THE TURTLE-DOVE. 



{Turiur auritus.) 



A MIDST the general harmony of the grove 

 -^ ^ in spring, there are few prettier sounds 

 than the gentle cooing of the Turtle-Dove. 

 Perched upon a bough at no great height from 

 the ground, it pours forth its soft murmurings 

 with a delightful crescendo and diminuendo, while 

 close at hand, upon a mere frame-work of a nest, 

 the mate sits brooding upon her two milk-white 

 eggs. 



