. Birds through the year . 36 SPRING makes the fleece of the new-born lambs look dark already.In southern England they prefer park-land and well-growngroves, or fields with high timber and deep grass. Theirsong-flight is a very beautiful performance. They springinto the air from the top of a tree, flutter upwards a fewmoments in song, and then float downward on motionlessoutspread wings till the song ends, after an emphaticrepetition of four or five high notes as they reach the treeagain. Sometimes they sing without rising from the bough ;. WHITKTHROAT but flight and song together is their rul
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. Birds through the year . 36 SPRING makes the fleece of the new-born lambs look dark already.In southern England they prefer park-land and well-growngroves, or fields with high timber and deep grass. Theirsong-flight is a very beautiful performance. They springinto the air from the top of a tree, flutter upwards a fewmoments in song, and then float downward on motionlessoutspread wings till the song ends, after an emphaticrepetition of four or five high notes as they reach the treeagain. Sometimes they sing without rising from the bough ;. WHITKTHROAT but flight and song together is their rule. The ear soonlearns the emphatic notes towards the end of the song, andthe singing pipit can then be singled out. Both the meadow-and rock-pipits have a song-flight of similar kind; but thetree-pipits is far the neatest and most fascinating, as neitherof the others start and finish their flight with the same pre-cision or from the top of a tree. Spring comes slowly to the cold, wet soil of pools andmarshes and river banks; and there is still little sign of theluxuriant aquatic vegetation of later spring, when the firstchiffchaffs call in March. By mid-April the willows aretasselled with vivid sprays, the flags and sedges and brook-lime are strongly shooting, and the smell of the mint is THE GREAT MIGRATION 37 faintly caught in the south wind and sun. Then comes thewelcome morning when the sedge-warblers tireless babbleis heard again from the screen of russet flags, recalling morememories of the past summer than the notes of almost