Here as you watch, the swift winged swallows dart from their homes in the steep bank of the stream; the kingfisher sounds his discordant rattle and hangs poised in mid air as he gazes into the waters below; the woodbine like a staunch friend still clings round the oak or hangs out its crimson banner in autumn; the meadowlark walks sedately on the vast coils of the serpent calling, "Spring o' the year," or as we fancied, "they are not here," as he did on that first morning.
"See America First"
Orville O. Hiestand
The meadowlark sings in a level flight, half hovering in the air, giving voice to a rapid medley of lark-like notes.
"Ways of Nature"
John Burroughs
One May day we started a meadowlark from her nest.
"Ways of Nature"
John Burroughs