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Updated: May 2, 2025
A redbird, alert, crested, and with a brilliant eye, perched idly on the vines about the porch, having relinquished for the day the job of teaching a small, stubby imitation of himself to fly. The shocks of wheat in the bare field close by had turned a rich red gold in the lengthening rays before Stephen Ryder realized that night was close at hand.
Went South for winter, an' made friends 'at's been feedin', an' teachin' it to TRUST mankind. Back this spring in a night, an' struck that sumac over a month ago. Broke me all up first time I ever set eyes on it. "Biggest reddest redbird I ever saw; an' jest a master hand at king's English! Talk plain as you can!
"A nice redbird is hard to get, and they're powerful nice singers, but bein' as it's for your boy that has earned it by studying his lessons so good I always like a boy that is fond of his books you can have it for two dollars and a quarter." As he had paid but five cents for it this advance in price would be a fine business speculation. After a little further talk, Mr.
Also, as she rode away, he remarked that she sat her horse very well and had a very straight, slim figure; but the picture of her kneeling in the dust, with her arm around the little sobbing child, was what he dwelt on. Just as she disappeared, a redbird in its gorgeous uniform flitted dipping across the road, and, taking his place in a bush, began to sing imperiously for his mate.
Redbird, I only hit the high places. Jest married Maria, an' I didn't touch earth any too frequent all that summer. I've plowed it every year since, an' I've been 'lowin' all this winter, when the rheumatiz was gettin' in its work, 'at I'd give it up this spring an' turn it to medder; but I don't know.
A mocking bird was singing in the holly. A catbird cried from a rosebush, a redbird flashed and chirped from the hedge and a colt whinnied for his mother. The old negro lowered the lamp, blew it out and began to straighten the room. A soft knock sounded on the front door. He stopped and listened. That was queer. No guest could be coming to Arlington at dawn.
A very pleasant, sociable fellow was this redbird, and often when on hot afternoons we were hiding in the treetops from the rays of the sun he told us stories and anecdotes about the people he had seen while he lived in the city. He and his brother had been caught in a trap in the woods set by a farmer's boy.
"Oh, it's just a nonsense song," replied Mrs. Meadows. "It has no beginning and no ending." But the children said they wanted to hear it, anyhow, and so Mrs. Meadows sang about There was once a little Bird so full of Song That he sang in the Rose-Bush the whole Night long. And "Oh," said the Redbird to the Jay, "Don't you wish you could sit and sing that way?"
With his feathers pressed closely, the Cardinal alighted on a willow, and leaned to look, quivering with excitement and uttering explosive "chips"; for there he was, face to face with a big redbird that appeared neither peaceful nor timid. He uttered an impudent "Chip" of challenge, which, as it left his beak, was flung back to him.
In the pauses of the thrush sounded the cheery whistle of the redbird, the crying of the catbird, the liquid tones of the song sparrow, and the giddy exclamations of the pewee. Sometimes an oriole darted overhead in a royal flash of black and yellow, a robin stood in the road and delivered a hearty invitation, or a hawk flew past, pursued by martins.
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