WHERE FEBRUARY IS SPRING 



IT is now well towards the end of 

 March ; the first bluebird and the 

 robins and grackles have come, and while 

 I am listening to the voices of many song 

 sparrows from the thicket I seem to hear 

 the voices I heard a month ago many 

 miles to the southward in that land 

 where February is spring. Near the 

 boundary of the city of Washington, as 

 I journeyed toward the Zoological Park 

 on Rock Creek, on February 17th and 

 1 8th, now a month ago, a song sparrow 

 was singing. They had been singing in 

 that region for a week or two, and the 

 voice was a pleasant reminder that spring 

 opened with February there, although 

 here in Massachusetts almost another 

 moon awaited the sound of their chorus. 

 From the high bridge that spans Rock 

 Creek I was able to get a magnificent view 

 up the stream which ran tumbling over 



