e which often come to us in the latter half of April.
On these days one goes forth in the morning,y as here marks every morning from the last of April onward.
But days even earlier than these, iake their appearance until after the middle of April in Massachusetts, and that it is not unusual for the whole month of April to pass away without producing more than two or three species of wild-ff March, and a good many more by the middle of April.
This is a peculiarity of the English spring pses the ferns and osmundas begin to uncurl in April, opening their soft coils of spongy verdure, crable than ice. But the snow that falls during April is usually what Vermonters call sugar-snow,—fader wings flits our New-England romance!
In April the creative process described by Thales is reThe small number of birds yet present in early April gives a better opportunity for careful study,—the Holy Week, and it is the Holy Month.
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er enough for a dozen, as if all the rushing hurry of the wings had passed into the tongue.
Between the swiftness of the Swallow and the stateliness of the birds of prey, the whole range of bird-motion seems included.
The long wave of a Hawk's wings seems almost to send a slow vibration through the atmosphere, tolling upon the eye as yon distant bell upon the ear. I never was more impressed with the superior dignity of these soarings than in observing a bloodless contest in the air, last April.
Standing beside a little grove, on a rocky hillside, I heard Crows cawing near by, and then a sound like great flies buzzing, which I really attributed, for a moment, to some early insect.
Turning, I saw two Crows flapping their heavy wings among the trees, and observed that they were teasing a Hawk about as large as themselves, which was also on the wing.
Presently all three had risen above the branches, and were circling higher and higher in a slow spiral.
The Crows kept constantly s