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BIRD LIFE IN WASHINGTON 
WESTERN MEADOW LARK 
Meadow Lark does not need an intro¬ 
duction. Everybody knows him; he 
thrills the human musician and compels 
even the dull ear to listen. 
Photo hy IF. G. Dawson 
NEST AND EGGS OF WESTERN MEADOWLARK 
I have met men who are ever looking 
backwards towards the East, refusing to 
listen to western songs or to let me listen 
either; but they too, would admit that 
Meadow Lark can sing. 
“W-e-e, chere, cheery,” “He-e-r-e coo, 
sweet, chizawe,” the bird whistles so dis- 
