WILD PASTURES 



The pasture is the happy hunting- 

 ground of the hawks and owls; though 

 they dwell by preference in the deep 

 wood, the nearer approaching to the 

 forest primeval the better, but the crow 

 often nests in a pine among a group of 

 several in the pasture. The pasture is 

 peculiarly the home of scores of varie- 

 ties of what one might term the half 

 wild birds, the thrushes from honest 

 robin down to the catbird, warblers, 

 finches, and a host of others who are 

 as shy of the deep woods as they are 

 of the highway; and here, in those 

 magic hours that come between the first 

 faint flush of dawn and sunrise, you 

 may hear the full chorus of their matins 

 swell in triumphant jubilation. 



Here in Eastern Massachusetts the 

 dawn comes early, very early, in June. 

 It will be a little before three that if 



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