With the Summer flew the robin, Flew the bobolink and blue-bird.
"Indian Legends of Minnesota" by Various
However, a striking difference between his intermittent song-flights and those of the bobolink is to be noted.
"Birds of the Rockies" by Leander Sylvester Keyser
Don't you remember in the Bobolink family how differently Mr. and Mrs. Bobolink were dressed?
"Birds Illustrated by Color Photography [May, 1897]" by Various
The birds that are especially useful in destroying grasshoppers are the meadow-lark, crow, bobolink, quail, grasshopper sparrow.
"Ontario Teachers' Manuals: Nature Study" by Ontario Ministry of Education
A young bob-white and a bobolink are hatched in the same New England field.
"The Log of the Sun" by William Beebe
In the south these Rails are found keeping company with the Bobolinks or Reed-birds as they are called down there.
"Birds Illustrated by Color Photography [August, 1897]" by Various
The bobolink had many friends as well as enemies present.
"Conservation Reader" by Harold W. Fairbanks
I had never heard the nesting song of a bobolink before.
"When Life Was Young" by C. A. Stephens
I gathered up my belongings and sauntered off toward home, musing, as I went, upon the bobolink family.
"Little Brothers of the Air" by Olive Thorne Miller
And Bobolink and Wallace, help me lift this section of shingles from the roof!
"The Banner Boy Scouts Snowbound" by George A. Warren
Bobolinks skimming over the clover field, joined the chorus.
"Bobby of Cloverfield Farm" by Helen Fuller Orton
He discovers that the bobolink goes south in the night.
"Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern, Vol. 7" by Various
Snipes and plover, orioles and ovenbirds, bobolinks and meadow-larks, all had lived in it by turns for a few days.
"The Biography of a Prairie Girl" by Eleanor Gates
Sharp as Mr. Bobolink was, we knew all his tricks, and had outwitted him often.
"Harper's Young People, October 5, 1880" by Various
Cuckoo, The naughty, and the Bobolinks, 356.
"Harper's Young People, 1880 Index" by Various
Mr. and Mrs. Bobolink build their simple little nest of grasses in some field.
"Birds Illustrated by Color Photograph [March 1897]" by Various
One thinks of the bobolink as singing almost habitually on the wing.
"Under the Maples" by John Burroughs
Nearly every May I am seized with an impulse to go back to the scenes of my youth, and hear the bobolinks in the home meadows once more.
"Ways of Nature" by John Burroughs
And he found his way to Bobolink, on the evening of that very same day.
"All the Way to Fairyland" by Evelyn Sharp
The bobolinks sent up their hearty song.
"The Plow-Woman" by Eleanor Gates
And what would he find below
The sheltering grass, you wonder?
Why, a nest, of course, and an egg or so,
A mother's dark wings under.
But bobolink--he would flee
In a fright--"A boy! see! see!"
"Foolish Bobolink" by Clara Doty Bates
The bobolink chatters in notes of perfection,
The oriole sings a love-song to his mate,
The whippoorwill clings to his perch for protection,
The crow laughs ha! ha! when the evening grows late.
"The Second Sunday In May" by Jared Barhite
Tell us a story to make us hear
Murmurs we dreamed ere we were born;
Rippling water and running breeze,
Bobolink's note in the windy trees,
And the mighty silence of summer seas,
Teller of tales!
"The Working Children To The Story Teller" by Laura Benet
Where the restless bobolink loiters and woos
Down in the hollows and over the swells,
Dropping in and out of the shadows,
Sprinkling his music about the meadows,
Whistles and little checks and coos,
And the tinkle of glassy bells;
"Freedom" by Archibald Lampman
Richly resonant and succinct As the carolling bobolink,
Tang of pine and cedar limbs
Where a peak of silence brims
Past the lake and cataract On an extinct glacier track;
Lightning bolt, thunder cloud
Let this fragrance be allowed!
"Ukase" by Norman MacLeod
When April comes with tender smile and tear,
Dear dandelions will gild the common ways,
And at the break of morning we will hear
The piping of the robins crystal clear--
While bobolinks will whistle through the days,
When April comes!
"When April Comes!" by Virna Sheard