SEPTEMBER 20.
How could we spare the lark, that most companionable bird of the plains? Wherever one may wander … his lovely, plaintive, almost human song may be heard nearly everywhere, at frequent intervals the livelong day. He is one of the blessings of this land, one which every lover of beautiful song welcomes as heartily as the ordinary mortal the warm, bright days of this climate.
CHARLES FRANKLIN CARTER,
in Some By-Ways of California.
SEPTEMBER 21.
THE MEADOW LARK AND I.
The song of life is living
The love-heart of the year;
And the pagan meadow-lark and I
Can nothing find to fear.