Bird BOOK LOOK – Chapter 13 – Orchard Oriole + Bobolink


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Chapter 13 – More of the Blackbird Family


Peter Rabbit was dozing. Yes indeed, Peter was dozing. He didn’t mean to doze, however whenever Peter sits still for a long time and tries to think he is pretty sure to go to sleep. By and by he wakened with a start. At first he didn’t know what had wakened him, then as he sat there blinking his eyes, he heard a few rich notes from the top of the nearest apple tree. “It’s Goldy the Oriole,” thought Peter, and peeped out to see.

Though he looked and looked he couldn’t see Goldy anywhere, however he did see a stranger. It was someone of about Goldy’s size and shape. In fact he was so like Goldy, except for the color of his suit, that at first Peter almost thought Goldy had somehow changed his clothes. Of course he knew that this couldn’t be, and yet it seemed as if it must be, for the song the stranger was singing was something like that of Goldy’s. The stranger’s head and throat and back were black, just like Goldy’s, and his wings were trimmed with white in just the same way. The rest of his suit, instead of being the beautiful orange of which Goldy is so proud, was a beautiful chestnut color.

Peter blinked and stared very hard. “Now who can this be?” he said, speaking aloud without thinking.

“Don’t you know him?” asked a voice so close to Peter that it made him jump. Peter whirled around. There sat Striped Chipmunk grinning at him from the top of the old stone wall. “That’s Weaver the Orchard Oriole,” Striped Chipmunk rattled on. “He is one of the very nicest persons in the Old Orchard. I just love to hear him sing.”

“Is he related to Goldy?” asked Peter somewhat doubtfully.

“Yes,” replied Striped Chipmunk. “He’s first cousin to Goldy. There comes Mrs. Orchard Oriole. I do hope they’ve decided to build in the Old Orchard this year.”

“I’m glad you told me who she is because I never would have guessed it,” confessed Peter as he studied the newcomer. She did not look at all like Weaver. She was dressed in olive-green and dull yellow, with white markings on her wings. Peter couldn’t help thinking how much easier it must be for her than for her husband to hide among the green leaves.


Spring time grasses appearing in the Green Meadow and nearby leaves and buds appearing on the trees of the Old Orchard.


As he watched she flew down to the ground and picked up a long piece of grass. “They are building here, as sure as you live!” cried Striped Chipmunk. “I’m glad of that. Did you ever see their nest, Peter? Their nest is a wonder. It really is. It is made almost all of fine grass and they weave it together in the most wonderful way.”

“Do they have a hanging nest like Goldy’s?” asked Peter.

“Not such a deep one,” replied Striped Chipmunk. “They hang it between the twigs near the end of a branch. They bind it more closely to the branch and it isn’t deep enough to swing as Goldy’s does.”

Peter had just opened his mouth to ask another question when there was a loud sniffing sound farther up along the old stone wall. He didn’t wait to hear it again. He knew that Bowser the Hound was coming.

“Goodbye, Striped Chipmunk – this is no place for me,” whispered Peter and started for the dear Old Briar-patch. He was in such a hurry to get there that on his way across the Green Meadows he almost ran into Jimmy Skunk before he saw him.

“What’s your hurry, Peter?” asked Jimmy

“Bowser the Hound almost found me up in the Old Orchard,” panted Peter. “It’s a wonder he hasn’t found my tracks. I expect he will any minute. I’m glad to see you, Jimmy, however I’d best be moving along.”

“Don’t be in such a hurry, Peter,” replied Jimmy, who himself never hurries. “Stop and talk a bit. Bowser won’t bother you as long as you are with me.”

Peter hesitated. He wanted to chat, and yet he still felt nervous about Bowser the Hound. However, as he heard nothing of Bowser’s great voice, telling all the world that he had found Peter’s tracks, he decided to stop a few minutes. “What are you doing down here on the Green Meadows?” he inquired.

Jimmy grinned. “I’m looking for grasshoppers and grubs, if you must know,” he said. “And I’ve just got a notion I may find some fresh eggs. I don’t often eat them, although once in a while one tastes good.”

“If you ask me, it’s a funny place to be looking for eggs down here on the Green Meadows,” replied Peter. “When I want a thing; I look for it where it is likely to be found.”

“Just so, Peter; just so,” Jimmy Skunk responded, nodding his head with approval. “That’s why I am here.”

Peter looked puzzled. He was puzzled. Before he could ask another question a rollicking song caused both of them to look up. There on quivering wings in mid-air was the singer. He was dressed very much like Jimmy Skunk himself, in black and white, save that in places the white had a tinge of yellow, especially on the back of his neck. It was Bubbling Bob the Bobolink. And how he did sing! It seemed as if the notes fairly tumbled over each other.

Jimmy Skunk raised himself on his hind legs a little to see just where Bubbling Bob dropped down in the grass.

Then Jimmy began to move in that direction. Suddenly Peter understood. He remembered that Bubbling Bob’s nest is always on the ground. It was his eggs that Jimmy Skunk was looking for.

“By the way, you haven’t happened to have seen Mrs. Bob anywhere around here, have you Peter?” Jimmy asked.


Bobolink by Louis Agassiz Fuertes


“No,” replied Peter. “If I had I wouldn’t tell you where. You ought think twice, Jimmy Skunk, to think of robbing such a beautiful singer as
Bubbling Bob.”

“Oh pooh!” retorted Jimmy. “What’s the harm? If I find those eggs he and Mrs. Bobolink could simply build another nest and lay some more. They won’t be any the worse off, and I will have had a good breakfast.”

“Yes, and think of all the work they would have to do to build another nest,” replied Peter.

“Oh and I should worry,” replied Jimmy Skunk. “Any one who can spend so much time singing can afford to do a little extra work.”

“Jimmy Skunk, I hope you won’t find a single egg,” said Peter.

With this, Peter once more headed for the dear Old Briar-patch, while Jimmy Skunk continued toward the place where Bubbling Bob had disappeared in the long grass. Peter went only a short distance and then sat up to watch. Just before Jimmy reached the place where Bubbling Bob had disappeared, the latter mounted into the air again, pouring out his rollicking song as if there were no room in his heart for anything except happiness.

Then he saw Jimmy Skunk and became very much excited. He flew down in the grass a little farther on and then up again, and began to scold. It looked very much as if he had gone down in the grass to warn Mrs. Bobolink.

Evidently Jimmy thought so, for he at once headed that way. When Bubbling Bob did the same thing all over again. Peter grew anxious. He knew just how patient Jimmy Skunk could be, and he very much feared that Jimmy would find that nest. Presently he grew tired of watching and started on for the dear Old Briar-patch. Just before he reached it a brown bird ran across the path in front of him and then flew up to the top of last year’s mullein stalk. It was Mrs. Bobolink. Peter knew her well, for he and she were very good friends.


A closer look at Peter Rabbit’s dear Old Briar-Patch along the edge of the Green Meadows, Old Orchard, and Green Forest.


“Oh!” cried Peter. “What are you doing here? Don’t you know that Jimmy Skunk, is hunting for your nest over there? Aren’t you worried to death? I would be if I were in your place.”

Mrs. Bobolink chuckled. “Isn’t he a dear? And isn’t he smart?” she said, meaning Bubbling Bob, of course, and not Jimmy Skunk. “Just see him lead that black-and-white robber away.”

Peter stared at her for a full minute. “Do you mean to say,” he said “that your nest isn’t over there at all?”

Mrs. Bobolink chuckled harder than ever. “Of course it isn’t over there,” she said.

“Then where is it?” asked Peter.

“That’s telling,” replied Mrs. Bobolink. “It isn’t over there, and it isn’t anywhere near there. Where it is is Bob’s secret and mine, and we intend to keep it. Now I must go get something to eat,” and with a hasty farewell Mrs. Bobolink flew over to the other side of the dear Old Briar-patch.

Peter remembered that he had seen Mrs. Bob running along the ground before she flew up to the old mullein stalk. He went back to the spot where he had first seen her and hunted all around in the grass, without success. You see, Mrs. Bobolink had been quite as clever in fooling Peter as Bubbling Bob had been in fooling Jimmy Skunk.


P.L.A.Y. in Place Projects


Try these activities to extend your bird story adventures:

  • Visit the Cornell Lab of Ornithology – ALL ABOUT BIRDS –  Orchard Oriole
  • Visit the Cornell Lab of Ornithology – ALL ABOUT BIRDS –  Bobolink
  • Q/A –Questions with answers to keep this conversation going are available for songs of birds (p. 42-43) and the migration of birds (p. 35-37) in the Handbook of Nature Study by Anna Botsford Comstock offered FREE online HERE.

Source: Burgess Bird Book for Children by Thornton Burgess

P.L.A.Y. has provided a new online version of all 45 chapters of this updated and annotated 100+ year old public domain classic to:

  • be suitable for the 21st century family by having the Thornton Burgess woodland characters evolve to model mindfulness and loving kindness
  • highlight and bring awareness to the New England nature settings and offer an opportunity to learn more about birds and other woodland animals through this story adventure
  • create story extension moments through P.L.A.Y. suggested activities and investigations for making new nature connections generated by the reader’s own curiosity
  • encourage families to keep their own nature notebooks for drawing, writing, painting, and recording their own local daily outdoor P.L.A.Y. adventures.

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