"Happy those early days," those days of childish innocence,-though I was a man grown,-when every bird seemed newly created, and even the redstart and the wood wagtail were like rarities from the ends of the earth.
"Birds in the Bush"
Bradford Torrey
Practically, and for every-day ends, we may know a robin, or a redstart, or even a hermit thrush, when we see him, without first turning the bird into a specimen.
"Birds in the Bush"
Bradford Torrey
Quick darting through the dewy morn, The redstart trilled his twittering horn And vanished in thick boughs; at even, Like liquid pearls fresh showered from heaven, The high notes of the lone wood thrush Fell on the forest's holy hush; But thou all day complainest here,- 'Pe-wee!
"Birds and Poets"
John Burroughs