American robin

For more information, or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. King Parrot or King Laurie laurie is the name of certain birds mostly from the moluccas and new guinea which are remarkable for their bright scarlet or crimson coloring though also applied to some others in which the plumage is chiefly green much interest has been excited by the discovery of dr a b meyer that the birds of this genus having a red plumage are the females of those wearing green feathers for a time there was much difference of opinion on this subject but the assertion is now generally admitted they are called brush tongued parrots the color of the first plumage of the young is still unsettled this bird is a favorite among bird fanciers is readily tamed and is of an affectionate nature it can be taught to speak very creditably and is very fond of attracting the attention of strangers and receiving the caresses of those whom it likes there are few things a parrot prefers to nuts and the stones of various fruits wood says he once succeeded in obtaining the affections of a parisian parrot solely through the medium of peach stones which he always saved for the bird and for which it regularly began to gabble as soon as it saw him coming when taken freshly from the peach he says the stones are very acceptable to the parrot who turns them over chuckling all the while to show his satisfaction and picking all the soft parts from the deep indentations in the stone he used to crack the stone before giving it to the bird when his delight knew no bounds they are fond of hot condiments cayenne pepper or the capsicum pod if a bird be ailing a capsicum will often set it right again the parrot is one of the hardiest of birds when well cared for and will live to a great age some of these birds have been known to attain an age of seventy years and one scene by vaillant had reached the patriarchal age of ninety-three at sixty its memory began to fail at sixty-five the molt became very irregular and the tail changed to yellow at ninety it was a very decrepit creature almost blind and quite silent having forgotten its former abundant stock of words a gentleman once had for many years a parrot of seemingly rare intelligence it was his custom during the summer to hang the parrot's cage in front of his shop in a country village where the bird would talk and laugh and cry and condole with itself dogs were his special aversion and on occasions when he had food to spare he would drop it out of the cage and whistle long and loud for them when the dogs had assembled to his satisfaction he would suddenly scream in the fiercest accents get out dogs and when they had scattered in alarm his enjoyment of it was demonstrative this parrot's vocabulary however was not the most refined his master having equipped him with certain piratical idioms according to authority the parrot owner will find the health of his pet improved and its happiness promoted by giving it every now and then a small log or branch on which the mosses and lichens are still growing meat fish and other similar articles of diet are given with evil effects It is impossible for anyone who has only seen these birds in a cage or small enclosure to conceive what must be the gorgeous appearance of a flock, either in full flight and performing their various evolutions, under a vertical sun, or sporting among the superb foliage of a tropical forest which, without these and other brilliant tenets, would present only a solitude of luxuriant vegetation.

THE AMERICAN ROBIN, THE BIRD OF THE MORNING yes my dear readers i am the bird of the morning very few of you rise early enough to hear my first song by the time you are awake our little ones have had their breakfast mrs robin and i have had our morning bath and we are all ready to greet you with our morning song i wonder if any of you have seen our nest and can tell the color of the eggs that mrs robin lays some time i will let you peep into the nest and see them but of course you will not touch them i wonder too if you know any of my cousins the mocking-bird the cat-bird or the brown thrush i think i shall ask them to have their pictures taken soon and talk to you about our gay times did you ever see one of my cousins on the ground i don't believe you can tell how much i move about some of you may say i run and some of you say i hop and others of you may say i do both well i'll tell you how to find out just watch me and see my little friends up north won't be able to see me though until next month as i do not dare leave the warm south until jack frost leaves the ground so i can find worms to eat i shall be about the first bird to visit you next month and i want you to watch for me When I do come, it will be to stay a long time, for I shall be the last to leave you.

Just think, the first to come and last to leave.

Don't you think we ought to be great friends? Let us get better acquainted when we next meet.

That's what Robin told me.

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THE AMERICAN ROBIN THE BIRD OF THE MORNING yes my dear readers i am the bird of the morning very few of you rise early enough to hear my first song by the time you are awake our little ones have had their breakfast mrs robin and i have had our morning bath and we are all ready to greet you with our morning song i wonder if any of you have seen our nest and can tell the colour of the eggs that mrs robin lays some time i will let you peep into the nest and see them but of course you will not touch them I wonder, too, if you know any of my cousins, the Mockingbird, the Catbird, or the Brown Thrush.

I think I shall ask them to have their pictures taken soon and talk to you about our gay times.

The little eggs in it were white and had tiny brown spots.

Right near the bay window, in the thick lilac tree, Marmaduke spied Red Robin's nest.

He was a great friend of theirs.

They always liked the cheery way he hopped over the lawn and his cheery red vest and his song, which always said, Cheer up! Cheer up! His eggs were the prettiest of all, a greenish blue, a robin's egg blue, the dressmakers call it.

For more information, or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. King Parrot or King Laurie laurie is the name of certain birds mostly from the moluccas and new guinea which are remarkable for their bright scarlet or crimson coloring though also applied to some others in which the plumage is chiefly green much interest has been excited by the discovery of dr a b meyer that the birds of this genus having a red plumage are the females of those wearing green feathers for a time there was much difference of opinion on this subject but the assertion is now generally admitted they are called brush tongued parrots the color of the first plumage of the young is still unsettled this bird is a favorite among bird fanciers is readily tamed and is of an affectionate nature it can be taught to speak very creditably and is very fond of attracting the attention of strangers and receiving the caresses of those whom it likes there are few things a parrot prefers to nuts and the stones of various fruits wood says he once succeeded in obtaining the affections of a parisian parrot solely through the medium of peach stones which he always saved for the bird and for which it regularly began to gabble as soon as it saw him coming when taken freshly from the peach he says the stones are very acceptable to the parrot who turns them over chuckling all the while to show his satisfaction and picking all the soft parts from the deep indentations in the stone he used to crack the stone before giving it to the bird when his delight knew no bounds they are fond of hot condiments cayenne pepper or the capsicum pod if a bird be ailing a capsicum will often set it right again the parrot is one of the hardiest of birds when well cared for and will live to a great age some of these birds have been known to attain an age of seventy years and one scene by vaillant had reached the patriarchal age of ninety-three at sixty its memory began to fail at sixty-five the moult became very irregular and the tail changed to yellow at ninety it was a very decrepit creature almost blind and quite silent having forgotten its former abundant stock of words a gentleman once had for many years a parrot of seemingly rare intelligence it was his custom during the summer to hang the parrot's cage in front of his shop in a country village where the bird would talk and laugh and cry and condole with itself dogs were his special aversion and on occasions when he had food to spare he would drop it out of the cage and whistle long and loud for them when the dogs had assembled to his satisfaction he would suddenly scream in the fiercest accents get out dogs and when they had scattered in alarm his enjoyment of it was demonstrative this parrot's vocabulary however was not the most refined his master having equipped him with certain piratical idioms according to authority the parrot owner will find the health of his pet improved and its happiness promoted by giving it every now and then a small log or branch on which the mosses and lichens are still growing meat fish and other similar articles of diet are given with evil effects It is impossible for anyone who has only seen these birds in a cage or small enclosure to conceive what must be the gorgeous appearance of a flock, either in full flight and performing their various evolutions, under a vertical sun, or sporting among the superb foliage of a tropical forest which, without these and other brilliant tenets, would present only a solitude of luxuriant vegetation.

THE AMERICAN ROBIN, THE BIRD OF THE MORNING yes my dear readers i am the bird of the morning very few of you rise early enough to hear my first song by the time you are awake our little ones have had their breakfast mrs robin and i have had our morning bath and we are all ready to greet you with our morning song i wonder if any of you have seen our nest and can tell the color of the eggs that mrs robin lays some time i will let you peep into the nest and see them but of course you will not touch them i wonder too if you know any of my cousins the mocking-bird the cat-bird or the brown thrush i think i shall ask them to have their pictures taken soon and talk to you about our gay times did you ever see one of my cousins on the ground i don't believe you can tell how much i move about some of you may say i run and some of you may say i hop and others of you may say i do both well i'll tell you how to find out just watch me and see my little friends up north won't be able to see me though until next month as i do not dare leave the warm south until jack frost leaves the ground so i can find worms to eat i shall be about the first bird to visit you next month and i want you to watch for me When I do come, it will be to stay a long time, for I shall be the last to leave you.

Just think, the first to come and last to leave.

Don't you think we ought to be great friends? Let us get better acquainted when we next meet.

That's what Robin told me.

End of section nine.

THE AMERICAN ROBIN THE BIRD OF THE MORNING yes my dear readers i am the bird of the morning very few of you rise early enough to hear my first song by the time you are awake our little ones have had their breakfast mrs robin and i have had our morning bath and we are all ready to greet you with our morning song i wonder if any of you have seen our nest and can tell the colour of the eggs that mrs robin lays some time i will let you peep into the nest and see them but of course you will not touch them I wonder, too, if you know any of my cousins, the Mockingbird, the Catbird, or the Brown Thrush.

I think I shall ask them to have their pictures taken soon and talk to you about our gay times.

They hunt all about and gather small twigs or grass stems or find rootlets, and pull narrow strips of bark off the grapevines and the birch trees, or they pick up strings and horsehairs and many other things.

Robins and swallows use mud.

As they go on building, the mother bird gets inside and turns around and around to make it fit her form, and be smooth and comfortable for her to sit in.

When a nest is made, it must be lined.

Birds whose home is underground, like the kingfisher, or in the trunk of a tree, like the woodpecker, have hardly any down at all.

They need no baby clothes in their warm cradles.

Robins and most other songbirds have only a little down on them, and very soon the feathers begin to grow.

When the tiny quills push themselves up, they look like little white pins sticking out all over.

Discourage cats, snakes, raccoons, and chipmunks by mounting the house on a metal pole or use a metal predator guard on a wood post.

American Robins The robin is our largest thrush.

They prefer to build their nest in the crotch of a tree.

If you don't have an appropriate tree, you can offer a nesting platform.

according to authority the parrot owner will find the health of his pet improved and its happiness promoted by giving it every now and then a small log or branch on which the mosses and lichens are still growing meat fish and other similar articles of diet are given with evil effects It is impossible for anyone who has only seen these birds in a cage or small enclosure to conceive what must be the gorgeous appearance of a flock, either in full flight and performing their various evolutions, under a vertical sun, or sporting among the superb foliage of a tropical forest which, without these and other brilliant tenets, would present only a solitude of luxuriant vegetation.

THE AMERICAN ROBIN THE BIRD OF THE MORNING yes my dear readers i am the bird of the morning very few of you rise early enough to hear my first song by the time you are awake our little ones have had their breakfast mrs robin and i have had our morning bath and we are all ready to greet you with our morning song i wonder if any of you have seen our nest and can tell the color of the eggs that mrs robin lays some time i will let you peep into the nest and see them but of course you will not touch them i wonder too if you know any of my cousins the mocking-bird the cat-bird or the brown thrush i think i shall ask them to have their pictures taken soon and talk to you about our gay times did you ever see one of my cousins on the ground i don't believe you can tell how much i move about some of you may say i run and some of you may say i hop and others of you may say i do both well i'll tell you how to find out just watch me and see my little friends up north won't be able to see me though until next month as i do not dare leave the warm south until jack frost leaves the ground so i can find worms to eat I shall be about the first bird to visit you next month, and I want you to watch for me.

When I do come, it will be to stay a long time, for I shall be the last to leave you.

Just think, the first to come and last to leave.

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untitled poem how do the robins build their nest robin redbreast told me first a wisp of yellow hay in a pretty round they lay then some shreds of downy floss feathers too and bits of moss woven with a sweet sweet song this way that way and across that's what robin told me where do robins hide their nest robin redbreast told me up among the leaves so deep where the sunbeams rarely creep long before the winds are cold long before the leaves are gold bright-eyed stars will peep and see baby robins one two three that's what robin told me end of section nine

THE AMERICAN ROBIN THE BIRD OF THE MORNING yes my dear readers i am the bird of the morning very few of you rise early enough to hear my first song by the time you are awake our little ones have had their breakfast mrs robin and i have had our morning bath and we are all ready to greet you with our morning song i wonder if any of you have seen our nest and can tell the colour of the eggs that mrs robin lays some time i will let you peep into the nest and see them but of course you will not touch them I wonder, too, if you know any of my cousins, the Mockingbird, the Catbird, or the Brown Thrush.

I think I shall ask them to have their pictures taken soon and talk to you about our gay times.

And then almost every bird has something of value to teach us.

And Robin is a good example because what I say to people is, you know, you see Robins, you don't think twice about them.

The thing you need to know is all over the world, there are some sort of thrush that lives on people's lawns.

We have the best one.

Untitled poem.

How do the robins build their nest? Robin Redbreast told me.

First, a wisp of yellow hay in a pretty round they lay.

Then some shreds of downy floss, feathers too, and bits of moss, woven with a sweet, sweet song this way, that way, and across.

That's what Robin told me.

Where do robins hide their nest? Robin Redbreast told me.

Up among the leaves so deep, where the sunbeams rarely creep.

Long before the winds are cold, long before the leaves are gold, bright-eyed stars will peep and see baby robins one, two, three.