Day 4.134: Bobolink and the goslings

Around the time the rapture was not happening on Saturday, we headed down to Five Rivers where the girls checked that heaven was not calling*:

Then we continued on a walk where we saw some Canada geese (not so ahhh) with some goslings (ahhh):

and got our first ever view of the bobolinks which we knew frequented the meadow.  They are extraordinary looking birds even at a distance.

It turns out that one of this little bird's claims to fame is a mention in a poem entitled "An Exile's Garden"

Yet, among the gods of the garden,
The roses and gods, I think,
Daylong, of a far-off clover field,
And the song of a bob-o-link.

And no, it has nothing to do with me.  It was written by Sophia Jewett in 1910.





*They were actually practising their cart-wheels and hand-stands.