withered-pine

Updated: June 13, 2025

The blue-jay sits high up in the withered-pine tree, bobbing up and down, and calling to his mate in a tone of affected sweetness, "salute-her, salute-her," but when you come in sight he flies away with a harsh cry of "thief, thief, thief!"

Henry Van Dyke - Little Rivers; a book of essays in profitable idleness