Birds of Peasemarsh 



CHAPTER I 



THE ORCHARD IN JUNE 



AT four o'clock every morning in June a 

 glorious concert commences in the 

 orchard. From that early morning 

 hour until the Vesper Sparrow sings his last 

 good night there is scarcely a moment without 

 music. One of the earliest singers is the 

 Song Sparrow, but the most persistent is the 

 little Wren. Beautifully these blend with 

 other morning songs, some at our very door, 

 some far down at the foot of the orchard. The 

 Brown Thrasher sings his good morning from 

 the top branch of a tall maple, the whistling 

 note of the Oriole comes from the elms, the 

 Meadowlark calls from the edge of the orchard 

 and Bobolink's silvery notes come over the 

 meadow. 



When one considers the number and variety 

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