Birds Every Child Should Know - The Original Classic Edition
Nonfiction, Reference & Language, Reference, Fiction & Literature
| Author: | Blanchan Neltje | ISBN: | 9781486419319 |
| Publisher: | Emereo Publishing | Publication: | October 24, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Emereo Publishing | Language: | English |
| Author: | Blanchan Neltje |
| ISBN: | 9781486419319 |
| Publisher: | Emereo Publishing |
| Publication: | October 24, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Emereo Publishing |
| Language: | English |
This is a new and freshly published edition of this culturally important work by Neltje Blanchan, which is now, at last, again available to you.
Enjoy this classic work today. These selected paragraphs distill the contents and give you a quick look inside Birds Every Child Should Know:
It is only when he is a baby that you could guess our robin is really a thrush, for then the dark speckles on his plump little yellowish-white breast are prominent thrush-like markings, which gradually fade, however, as he grows old enough to put on a brick-red vest like his fathers.The European Cock Robin-a bird as familiar to you as our own, no doubt, because it was he who was killed by the Sparrow with the bow and arrow, you well remember, and it was he who covered the poor Babes in the Wood with leaves-is much smaller than our robin, even smaller than a sparrow, and he is not a thrush at all.
...As two or even three broods {11} of bluebirds may be raised in a box each spring, and as insects are their most approved baby food, you see how much it is to our interest to set up nurseries for them near our homes.
...If you have thought that the thrush-like, cinnamon brown, speckle-breasted bird, with a long twitching tail like a catbirds, and a song as fine as a catbirds best, would be mentioned among the robins relations, you must guess again, for he is the brown thrasher, not a thrush at all.
...Although not a bird may be in sight when you first whistle his call, nine chances out of ten there will be a faint echo from some far distant throat before very long; and by repeating the notes at short intervals you will have, probably, not one but several echoes from as many different chickadees whose curiosity to see you soon gets the better of their appetites and brings them flying, by easy stages, to the tree above your head.
This is a new and freshly published edition of this culturally important work by Neltje Blanchan, which is now, at last, again available to you.
Enjoy this classic work today. These selected paragraphs distill the contents and give you a quick look inside Birds Every Child Should Know:
It is only when he is a baby that you could guess our robin is really a thrush, for then the dark speckles on his plump little yellowish-white breast are prominent thrush-like markings, which gradually fade, however, as he grows old enough to put on a brick-red vest like his fathers.The European Cock Robin-a bird as familiar to you as our own, no doubt, because it was he who was killed by the Sparrow with the bow and arrow, you well remember, and it was he who covered the poor Babes in the Wood with leaves-is much smaller than our robin, even smaller than a sparrow, and he is not a thrush at all.
...As two or even three broods {11} of bluebirds may be raised in a box each spring, and as insects are their most approved baby food, you see how much it is to our interest to set up nurseries for them near our homes.
...If you have thought that the thrush-like, cinnamon brown, speckle-breasted bird, with a long twitching tail like a catbirds, and a song as fine as a catbirds best, would be mentioned among the robins relations, you must guess again, for he is the brown thrasher, not a thrush at all.
...Although not a bird may be in sight when you first whistle his call, nine chances out of ten there will be a faint echo from some far distant throat before very long; and by repeating the notes at short intervals you will have, probably, not one but several echoes from as many different chickadees whose curiosity to see you soon gets the better of their appetites and brings them flying, by easy stages, to the tree above your head.
