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taste would present exceptionable points. 
The seasonableness of her coming, how¬ 
ever, and her civil, neighborly ways, shall 
make up for all deficiencies in song and 
plumage, and remove any suspicions we 
may have had, that, perhaps, from some 
cause or other, she was in some slight 
disfavor with Nature. After a few weeks 
Phoebe is seldom seen, except as she 
darts from her moss-covered nest beneath 
some bridge or shelving cliff. 
Another April comer, who arrives 
shortly after Robin-Redbreast, with 
whom he associates both at this season 
and in the autumn, is the Golden-Winged 
Woodpecker, alias, “High-Hole,” alias, 
“Flicker,” alias, “Yarup.” He is an old 
favorite of my boyhood, and his note to 
me means very much. He announces his 
arrival by a long, loud call, repeated 
from the dry branch of some tree, or a 
stake in the fence,—a thoroughly melod¬ 
ious April sound. 1 think how Solomon 
finished that beautiful climax on Spring, 
“And the Voice of the turtle is heard in 
our land,” and see that a description of 
Spring in this farming country, to be 
