There is nothing like the unmistakable ringing song of a meadowlark in springtime or summer. Perched on a fence post or fence wire, the little brown bird with the warbling voice and the bright yellow throat is a constant sight on the prairies and in the foothills.
MeadowlarkIt wouldn’t be springtime in the Hills without the wild, winsome tuning of this little darling.

Laura Elizabeth

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