A little later—bright weather.—An unusual melodiousness, these days, (last of April and first of May) from the blackbirds; indeed all sorts of birds, darting, whistling, hopping or perch’d on trees. Never before have I seen, heard, or been in the midst of, and got so flooded and saturated with them and their performances, as this current month. Such oceans, such successions of them. Let me make a list of those I find here:
Black birds (plenty,) Meadow-larks (plenty,)
Ring doves, Cat-birds (plenty,)
Woodpeckers, Pond snipes (plenty,)
Crows (plenty,) Quawks,
Wrens, Ground robins,
Quails, Gray snipes,
Yellow birds, Herons,
Reed birds, Woodpigeons.
Early came the
Blue birds, Meadow-lark,
Killdeer, White-bellied swallow,
Robin, Wilson’s thrush,
From Walt Whitman’s Specimen Days.