"There's a chorus in the valleys and an anthem on the hills
There's an echo from the music which our inner being thrills
Till we long to journey outward where no other foot has trod,
And join in the song of worship at the shrine of Nature's God."
Spring is synonymous with the return of the birds, and their blythe little songs are but another promise of hope and expectation.
Following close upon the return of Allen's Hummingbird is the little piliolated warbler with his green back, pale, sulphur yellow breast, and tiny "pee wit" call.
The Taxidermist of Marin.
When the climbing roses are becoming gay with blossoms, our old friends, the linnets, returning from their winter's sojourn in lower California, begin to build their nests.