COMMON. THRUSHES OF THE DOORYARD 
You bie ee his merry call, 
Summer, winter, spring and fall; 
_. Every month throughout the year | 
May be heard his “Cheer up! Cheer!’ 
Whether days be short or long, 
Still he sings his merry song ; 
Song of HAD, though days be drear, | 
“Cheer up! Cheer up! Cheer up! Cheer!” 
—Nina Moore. 
- Thrushes! Isn’t there something in the sound of the — 
word as it thrills through your brain cells, as well as in the 
way it looks on paper, that makes you think of the depths 
of a Northwestern forest, where the trees are singing a deep 
mother song, because the wind is playing in their branches 
with her children? People in cities, towns, and villages, as 
well as the fortunate owners of country homes should know 
that they have, or could have, the joys that come from an 
actual acquaintance with this fascinating family of thrushes. 
Many of its members are living at .their very doors, 
brat ous to take the good things unconsciously given them. 
One brood of this common thrush group grew up in a hang- 
ing basket on a porch not fifty feet away from the clanging — 
bells of cable cars, within nine blocks of the heart of the 
largest city in Washington. Often they build above the © 
windows or in sheltered corners on the outside of houses. | 
If people have space to have trees in their yards, the dwell- 
Ing places of thrushes will be saddled across these branches | : 
and song's will be sung upon the peaks of the roofs. Some 
seasons these birds may be seen or heard every month of 
the year, even in January in this region, when gleams of 
winter sunshine fool them into ering that spring has © 
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