Just after Miss Mackin sent around the whisper that there remained only "a few minutes more," the Bobolinks were attracted by a rather familiar drawl stealing in from a window opened on the porch.
The black-throated green warbler is now one of our commonest summer warblers; there are plenty of purple finches; and, best of all, the bobolinks are far from infrequent.
When I was a boy neither the black-throated green warbler nor the purple finch nested around us, nor were bobolinks found in our fields.
Something that had called to his father and to his grandfather and to all his ancestors, ever since bobolinksfirst flew from North America to South America once every year.
History tells us when Columbus discovered Cuba and when Sebastian Cabot sailed up the Paraguay River; but when bobolinks discovered that island, or first crossed that river, no man can ever know.
The flock of them had gathered in tree-tops and flooded the day with such mellow, laughing melodies as the world can have only in springtime--and only as long as the bobolinks last.
Long, long, long, it has been, that something south of the Amazon has called to bobolinks and brought them on their way in the fall of the year.
Like a procession they go--the bobolinks and other migrants, too; for the night sky is filled with travelers when birds fly south.
But to the Band of Vagabond Bobolinks it was not topsy-turvy, for it was home; and they found the Paraguay prairies as well suited to the comforts of their January summer as the meadows of the North had been for their summer of June.
We never became so intimately acquainted with the bobolinks as with the thrushes, for they lived far out on the broad Fox River meadows, while the thrushes sang on the tree-tops around every home.
The bobolinks were among the first of our great singers to leave us in the fall, going apparently direct to the rice-fields of the Southern States, where they grew fat and were slaughtered in countless numbers for food.
Hidden as the little Bobolinks were in the tall grass, no stranger found them.
So when the Bobolinks were away from home on a short trip Mr. Catbird flew to their end of the meadow and hid in a bush not far from the spot where they had built their nest on the ground.
You know the bobolinks always build their homes in the meadows--but they build very near a stream and their homes are always deep down in the long grass.
Besides, most of the bobolinks had new summer homes and their colony was near a beautiful stream.
That gave it the most delicious flavor, and all the birds asked the bobolinks where they had found such good tea.
And so the bobolinks made all their preparations for the tea party.
The other day," commenced daddy, "the bobolinks had an afternoon tea.
The bobolinks are great friends of the meadow larks and they wanted to be the first this season to entertain them.
The meadows were very large and the grass was so beautiful and so long that it always waved in the soft breezes, so that the bobolinks named their new summer place Waving Grassland.
After they had all chatted together--to us it would have sounded more like chirping--the bobolinks began to serve tea.
The bobolinks sail and tinkle in the sensuous hush, now sinking, now rising, their exquisite notes filling the air as with the sound of fairy bells.
When we came up from the bog in the late afternoon the bobolinks were silent, but a mother sand-peep wheeled and cried about the field, afraid that we would find her chickens.
Early in the morning, when we first reached the pond, the bobolinks were rising and singing all over the lower water meadows, and the mists were turning to silver in the early sunlight.
And it always stands the test--the test of being read out in the daisy-flecked meadows with rollicking bobolinks overhead.
The Bobolinks do not stop for all this noise, though of course a great many are shot, ending their lives inside a pot-pie, or being roasted in rows of six on a skewer.
Under the deep grass of the meadow dwelt bobolinks and meadow larks; from the pasture rose the silver threadlike song of the savanna sparrow and the martial note of the kingbird.
John knew the best place to dig sweet-flag in all the farm; it was in a meadow by the river, where the bobolinks sang so gayly.
Their singing was meant to attract our attention, and give the Mrs. Bobolinks time to glide through the tall grass, and then rise up so far away from their nests that we would not know where to look for them.
The bobolinks knew us perfectly well; and you would have thought by the way they rose out of the meadows on each side of the road, and sang as if they were too happy for anything, that they were delighted to see us.
Snipes are served in several ways, as described for bobolinks and other small birds.
Many of the summer birds, such as the bobolinks and blackbirds, have flocked and disappeared.
The bobolinks have changed colour, and, judging by their appearance, they are as fat as butter.
The song of the bobolinks dropped from above, and the microphonic tune of the sparrows came up from the grass,--sky and earth keeping holiday together.
In spring and early summer the bobolinks respond to every poet's effort to imitate their notes.
The bobolinks build their nest on the ground in high grass.
They had come upon her as she was playing in an open meadow, and, before toiling to the house, she had stopped beside the reedy brook and knelt to drink, while the cool, fresh notes of the bobolinks sounded about her.
The roar of the elevated road was silenced, and she heard the bobolinks again.
The two wan ghosts of the chamber there,-- The bobolinks are singing!
O blow, and blow away the bloom,-- The bobolinks are singing!
The two wan ghosts of the chamber there Cease in the breath of the honeyed air, Sweep from the room and leave it bare, While the bobolinks are singing.
Wind, blow over her soft and bland, While the bobolinks are singing.
I know that in the meadow-land The sorrowful, slender elm-trees stand, And the brook goes by on the other hand, While the bobolinks are singing.
O blow, and blow away the bloom That sickens me in my heart of gloom, That sweetly sickens the haunted room, While the bobolinks are singing!
O blow, but stir not the ghastly thing The farmer saw so heavily swing From the elm, one merry morn of spring, While the bobolinks were singing.
I know that in the meadow-land,-- The bobolinksare singing!
O blow, but stir not the ghastly thing,-- The bobolinksare singing!
But ever I see in the brawling stream A maiden drowned and floating dim, Under the water, like a dream, While the bobolinksare singing.
But ever I see, in the brawling stream,-- The bobolinks are singing!
Then with a breath so chill and slow, It freezes the blossoms into snow, The haunted room makes answer low, While the bobolinks are singing.
Out of its fragrant heart of bloom The apple-tree whispers to the room, "Why art thou but a nest of gloom, While the bobolinks are singing?
Then with a breath so chill and slow,-- The bobolinks are singing!
Out of its fragrant heart of bloom,-- The bobolinks are singing!
AMONG THE CORN ROWS I "But the road sometimes passes a rich meadow, where the songs o/ larks andbobolinks and blackbirds are tangled.
If a flock of bobolinks comes along you may be able to catch one, though they are very shy, and do not stop long in any one place.
I read of bobolinks being sold at bird-stores in the city for two or three dollars each.
I had come fresh from my still country meadow and mountain, my own trees and my own bobolinks and my own little island of sky up over me, and in the vast and desolate solitude of men and women I wandered about up and down the streets.
It looks around the world as if nothing had happened; and the bobolinks out in the great meadow are all flying and singing in the same breath and rowing through the air, thousands of them, miles of them.
The above list will hopefully give you a few useful examples demonstrating the appropriate usage of "bobolinks" in a variety of sentences. We hope that you will now be able to make sentences using this word.
