birds were calling and singing.  Besides the larks, down in a field a robin was singing: crows were constantly sending their discordant cries thru the air; over in the woods a red-bird whistled.  But most numerous of all were the blue-birds, who seemed to arise from every place, in hedges, in trees and in the grass.  The whole air echoed with their merry notes.
     Presently I heard an odd cry up in the sky; I looked up but could see nothing.  The cry came continually, a sort of wailing cry that moved along in the air towards the east; now it was gone and then it came again even louder.  All at once it came from directly overhead and settled in a tall elm tree near me.  All I could see were brown flashes moving about in the branches, and hear their song.  Presently they flew in.
     Reluctantly I turned my steps homeward.  When I came along the Frog-pond, the Songsparrows were gone, but blue-birds seemed to be everywhere, madly singing their rippling “Chor-chor-chory