The cheery quail, alas! are rarely found near us now; and we no longer hear the whip-poor-wills at night.

But some birds visit us now which formerly did not.

When I was a boy neither the black-throated green warbler nor the purple finch nested around us, nor were bobolinks found in our fields.

The black-throated green warbler is now one of our commonest summer warblers; there are plenty of purple finches; and, best of all, the bobolinks are far from infrequent.

I had written about these new visitors to John Burroughs, and once when he came out to see me I was able to show them to him.
When I was President, we owned a little house in western Virginia; a delightful house, to us at least, although only a shell of rough boards.
We used sometimes to go there in the fall, perhaps at Thanksgiving, and on these occasions we would have quail and rabbits of our own shooting, and once in a while a wild turkey.