felivox

Updated: August 18, 2026

The little Turdus Felivox, oho! ye ignorant children, that is he of the cat, it sits on the bough, ten feet from me, and sings and trills and whistles, and sends out little jets of music, little voluntaries, as if it were freely and irrepressibly singing a lovely hymn. This morning there is the slightest little drizzle, a mere tentative experimenting towards rain, no more,-I keep to facts.

Orville Dewey - Autobiography and Letters of Orville Dewey, D.D.: Edited by his Daughter