Baltimore Oriole

I would, just off the top of my bald head, I would say two birds, perhaps.

I would say maybe a wood duck or a Baltimore Oriole.

Oh, those are good ones.

Yeah, because you want to have something that has pop, you know, like that has good color and it would stand out, even though people don't, I guess maybe, well, people still go to bookstores, but something that would pop off the shelf.

I'd like to ruffle his feathers.

While that Baltimore Oreo flew around, around, around with that blackbird.

Yes, she sings dizzyingly, but forgiving is easy, easy.

If a woman like now and then might have been the same.

Home ain't home without her warbling.

How she'd sing, make that lonely man happy.

Miss Baltimore Oreo.

Fly back down.

There's the Kildare.

You know, there's Baltimore Oriole.

There's the Atlantic Puffin, whatever it might be.

These are famously good birds.

sometimes they appear as if driven about by an enormous black cloud carried before the wind varying every moment in shape sometimes they rise from the fields with a noise like thunder while the glittering of innumerable wings of the brightest vermilion amid the black cloud occasion a very striking effect at times the whole congregated multitude will suddenly alight in some detached grove and commence one general concert that can plainly be distinguished at the distance of more than two miles with the red wings the whole winter season seems one continued carnival they find abundant food in the old fields of rice buckwheat and grain and much of their time is spent in aerial movements or in grand vocal performances the red wings for their nest always select either the borders of streams or low marshy situations amongst thick bunches of reeds One nest was found built on a sender sapling at the distance of 14 feet from the ground.

The nest was pencil, like that of a Baltimore Oriole.

They have from one to three or more broods in a season, according to locality.

In the grain-growing states, they gather in immense swarms and commit havoc, and although they are shot in great numbers, and though their ranks are thinned by the attacks of hawks, it seems to have but little effect upon the survivors.

Mike Rucker said, Mike said, good to hear from you, Mike, Micah, and Leon.

Mike said the Orioles, Barn Swallows, and Purple Barns are all gone.

My wife is always bummed when the Barn Swallows leave.

Our first signal that summer is over.

Why?

Because he was a Baltimore Oriole-

Yeah

... and an oriole is a bird who makes that cool nest in a tree.

...

it was called the northern oriole because it was lumped in with the Baltimore oriole.

Oh.

But they did genetic testing and they determined they were way too different to be calling them the same thing.

Yes.

[laughs]

They're like, "You thought I was a Baltimore oriole-

You thought