“In the spring, when the thickets are green … One of our sweetest, loudest songsters is the [Western] meadowlark; this I could hardly get used to at first, for it looks exactly like the Eastern meadowlark which utters nothing but a harsh disagreeable chatter. But the plains air seems to give it a voice, and it will perch on top of a bush or tree and sing for hours in rich, bubbling tones.”
Theodore Roosevelt
4 Comments
Earl
Nice photo of this Western Meadowlark, Monte. I don’t know that I’ve ever heard their song, or if I did I didn’t know what it was.
Monte Stevens
Their song is very distinct, at least to my ears. It is a song that I enjoy and look forward to hearing in the spring when they return. Here is a link to their song.
Faye White
Apparently, the west is best! At least as far as the Meadowlark is concerned. Beautiful photo, Monte.
Monte Stevens
Thank you, Faye. I have only heard recordings of the Eastern Meadowlark. We had another refreshing rain this afternoon but no storms. Enjoy your weekend.