BIRD LIFE IN SPRING 
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“Hear how the birds on ev’ry blooming spray, 
With joyous music wake the dawning day.” 
Alexander Pope. 
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S the last dreary days of Winter pass and the early ones 
of balmy Spring appear, the first feathered songsters 
begin to arrive from the Sunny South. Everything in 
Nature takes on a new lease of life, and everybody is joyous and 
light at heart. The fast returning birds fill sweet fragrant out- 
of-doors with their exquisite notes. Signs of rejuvenated Spring 
are seen everywhere. The naked trees of Winter take on a rich 
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leafy covering, and the orchards are filled with the fragrant bios- 
soms of the pear, apple and cherry trees. Before youthful Spring 
has fairly proceeded on its way, all of our feathered friends have 
arrived from their distant journeys. The orchards are alive 
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with robins, catbirds, orioles, blue jays, bluebirds, wrens, car¬ 
dinals and scores of other songsters too numerous to mention. 
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As the weeks take on warmth and verdure these feathered 
neighbors begin their nesting season. It is concerning this mor 
ment in the bird’s life, around which I shall weave my story. 
One sunshiny afternoon, about the latter part of April, as 
I was coming home from school, I noticed a pair of blue jays 
