BY THE WAYSIDE 
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Tame Meadow Larks 
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Many towns and cities in the east 
may boast of their parks tilled with 
| squirrels so tame that they can eat out 
of your hands, but Forsythe can rival 
them in its meadow larks. 
These birds are so tame that they 
will visit with one in the early morn¬ 
ing on the back porch or sit on the 
sidewalks and eye you inquisitively as 
you pass by. The young of this season 
are especially tame. This speaks well 
for the boys and girls of the city, for 
to them this confidence of the birds is 
largely due. If the boys and girls 
; don’t chase them they are sure to be 
tame, and it is a very delightful thing 
to the stranger to see them so.—For- 
svth Times-Journal. 
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Mazomanie, Wis. 
May 24, 1912. 
! Dear Wayside: 
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I have seen more birds this year 
than any other year. 
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The first bird I saw this year was a 
| bluebird. 1 didn't see a robin till late 
in the spring. I was so glad when I ’ 
saw one because I was about the only 
one in our room who had not seen one. 
It was hopping around in our back 
yard. 1 ran in and told my sister to 
j come out and see it too. 
| There is a white-breasted robin in 
our town but I haven’t seen it yet. I 
am going to watch for it and see if I 
i can't see it too. 
I have seen a good many other birds 
this spring. 
There was a wreck near town the 
other morning and as I was walking 
down toward it, I saw in a meadow 
I close by a meadow lark and a thrush. 
1 heard the meadow lark first and 
when I turned around it was sitting 
on a post. I went down the track a 
little farther and then saw the thrush 
sitting on a small tree, singing as if 
it were the happiest creature living’ 
Yours truly, 
Irene Voss. 
Age 12. 
Mazomanie, Wis., May 24, 1912. 
Dear Wayside: 
I have been looking out for all kinds 
of birds. Have seen a bird 1 do not 
know. It is all gray, but its tail is a 
darker gray than its body. Its tail 
sticks right up straight. 1 have been 
looking on the chart, but can not find 
it It is as big as a robin. I thought 
maybe you knew what it was. There 
is a brown thrush building its nest in 
out tree. It has some sticks and hairs. 
H\ ery morning I put some string out. 
It goes to the tree where the string is, 
but does not take it. So this morning 
f broke some sticks and put them in 
the tree. This noon they were gone. 
So 1 think the brown thrush took them. 
Yours truly, 
Frances Parrel 1. 
Age 11. 
Kibbie, Mich., April 22, 1912. 
Dear Gertrude:— 
I have time now, so I will do 
what you asked me to do. I suppose 
you know about the bluebird and 
robin, they are so common. So I will 
tell you about some uncommon ones. 
I he first will be the Thunder-pump 
(American Bittern). When it stands 
up, it, is about three feet high; it is 
mostly neck and legs. It has very large 
wings. It cannot fly fast, but it can 
stay in the air a good many hours with¬ 
out getting tired. It is dark brown 
with a few black dots here and there. 
