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At the west end of the farm is another lake that likewise protects the 
ground from trespass. There is no fence at this end of the farm. Here 
the public may watch the wild life in its natural state. This lake drains 
into the lagoon on the north park extension. All the lakes are fed by city 
water power. The water will always be fresh and cold. The conditions for 
wild game are ideal. 
We doubt if any city in the country will have such a perfect place for 
the liberation of wild birds. And with the coming of the game there will 
come the wild birds from the flight off the big lake. Next fall will see 
the wild ducks dropping in at evening. And the following spring will find 
these same wild birds nesting in the farm. This will insure the presence 
of the birds all summer. What a pleasure it will be for the hunters to go 
to this farm on a summer’s evening to watch the teal and mallards work 
during the brooding season. The column will report the day the birds 
will be liberated. This farm is one of the big accomplishments of the 
commission. 
The Blue Bird’s Song 
Drifting downward from above, 
Come the Bluebird’s notes of love; 
Sweetest of all sounds we hear, 
In the springtime of the year; 
Dearest, tenderest tones, then given; 
Echoes of the songs of heaven: 
Sad, o’er life’s incompleteness; 
Glad, with some of heaven’s sweetness; 
Greetings to his loved one true, 
I would waft them now to you, 
Praying they may to thee bring, 
All the sweetness of the spring, 
All the brightness of the time, 
When the year is in its prime, 
All the glories that adorn, 
The green earth again new born, 
All the-gladness God hath given, 
Joy of life, and hope of heaven. 
H. M. Chittenden, 
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