The Newtown bee., 1896-07-03
Local Affairs. OUR NEWTOWN BIRDS. CHAPTER TWO.
 WRITTEN FOX THE RIFE.
LWRlTTEN FOX THE RIFE.

Although THE BEE does not publish
 continued storica, we venture a dirjoiDt-
 ed chapter for the birds because they are ! 5he charms of earthly paradise.
 1 Tue morning hymn of the birds is so
 much more sincere than mans, we feel warranted to write Il second chapter. 1 Every bird is flying machine shat man 1 cannot rival. The orioIe, the b0b0link, ] he blue bird and the swallow dart of l with divine music, filling man with the 1 ques ion: Can man or woman equal them in singing. Jenny Lind could nearly, Patti could nearly, but give us the bobo- ink to fill the bright fields with music l The acting in q opera is not more perfect l than the acting of ouC birds. The life of ] the birds is similar to ours. All joy so tong as enc mics do not appear to annoy -hem. Then comes the pitful cry like ] vormentcd Cubans and A-Lenaus They. ] the birds, h&vc he samc troubles that i man docs. They torment, destroy and
 "at each other. We have seen the blue 4y in tue starving times uf winter, chas. ng cur Wiurcr birds for d meal. The hawk, tbe crow. tLc aegje, the owl with nis big eyes of Nisdom does not hesitate .o pUuuc4 upnn his f~4therrd compan- ons. They are the cauuibaIs of the bird FaujlY The cruel ard reIencle,s birds
 we like to shoot. The blue jpy is so l ltLdsotac, ard s. full of his varied nJ.,z that we forgive hin fo. preyiug whilehis rhe=tuut- and ac2rEs are frozen in the ice, Hj- notes are sJ varjtd that oLIy 4u xperc rn say, ''H ny, thtt's b.uti4y..' We have sacu them Cakc away in their mouth and "th5oar bag- nine chostruts
 from our back yard It. a Jiut. ~rauiur
 makes tho whot. world akin"
 Whan boy, <and "e are qplty d bay
 ,c 70. we VA. 50 pleased " ith th" mar
 tins, wr"n- and blue birds that vt put up
 boxes for them. Ibs led to war. Thov
 fought fnr a ho4rc itkr the ,gorus ho-
 mo- The blue birds tvrrodere7ninod to
 -sAe the wrar'r aox ari lay their hlu"
 &2a within; They at,4o2cd tlc ,a,rci,.-.
 but the martu- 2err z. 1ul4r C,-a-As to.
 defend rjcir bu:Hts. Here -tr4s~gv c@uc"
 in md when ,he mafCin. Were away the.
 5'ue birds ,'tl,ared aur the roo.t." The
 wren tucked iM rwiZs sjx inches long into
 ehc martins box uud into the blue bird's
 box. What could p,c dc? We put up
 boxes for the wren of only a three and
 one quarter inch hole, and, for the fLar.
 rin and blue bird two inch holes. This ended the WAT, but we were scHuxiaus tC secure the martins that ,ve popped our head out the gnrret window 50 often toI *oc the eggs, and. aocifthey had come 10 stay. that We lost thc;n. They would staIt out as tt fire aIaIu had been gjy- ou and, V'ich rapid t4or .o-a =ud Indignant ecsticuIarions oxc}4l1: 'Th5s is nop!ace l for Us , That br5 's Gull. head sfooreac . oug house" S3 VIC mouGncj uvcC them. | 5uc the hapLiuc5s of tlee blue birds com ing looking for home compensated | somewhat. All the birds that build nests l oa the ground are most djstu. bed, The | farmer often blows ja the brown clipping ! bird, pcNiuE and brown throshcr. We never do it if .ye sec the ue-t in time. In 1 the meadow, wc fad bobulink' 3 nest 0f- 1 -e0. WeaINay5 go 'rouu8 it." BubJ- | links never spread out oyer much terri l tory. In High KocE they are never seen but whippoorwjls keep the night filed | with mu-ic. Some supe~stiIious people ! dread the repeated cry of the bird, but if he, lihe Poe's raven, should cry ''Never- more, we should say Say that some more :"
 What has become of the meadow lark These Shiloh hills were once their favor ite summer residence. But birds shift l
 ike man and congregate in new locali- l. ties, not far away with birds. We have 1 a new songsteE here, his song is inccs- 1 sant, exquisite, to his wife and children | and to us. He looks like our clipping l bird, nearly, and cannot keep his mouth | shut" one minute at a time. We don't l want him to! He beats the hen and crow ''ull to pieces :" The crow and hen are ! like some singers at the piano-"Good | Lord, deliver us!"
 It has ''been provcu" that the bull frog is a bird. Two travellers of Irish descent were weary and dry and without a cent in their pockets. They strained their wits to get something" aE the next ho- :el. Pat says, "Eureka, have it Here's 5his frog, 1 will tell the landlord it's bird. He'll say it's frog. ru bet the drinks it's bird and leave it to the first man that comes in. Pat, you be ready to come in when I signify" They got what they wanted, if not what they needed. But we haven't doubt but what those old etrapping bull frogs in Charles War; ner's pond think they can beat boboIink | at singing. We hear them every night | half mile distant competing with the whippoorwill and all the little frogs and l toads. Nature is full of fun, as full as she is of trouble, There is real, exquia- ite erioyhent here, if you have sharp Eyes" and ears,-TG, W. B.