DICKEY'S COUSINS Another of my airy creatures breathes such sweet music out of her little instrumental throat that it might make mankind to think that miracles are not ceased.

We might well be lifted up above the earth and say, Lord, what music hast thou provided for the saints in heaven, when thou affordest bad men such music on earth ?--_Izaak Walton._ The fine pasture adjoining was a popular resort for some handsome birds that often visited it as a playground.

They were said to be relatives of ours, but I do not think they were closer than seventh or eighth cousins, which is so distant that it doesn't count--especially if one doesn't want it to.
All I know is that their family name was the same as ours, _Icteridae_, and means something or other, I forget what.

It was a good honorable name, however, and our branch was as proud of our ancestry as any Daughter of the American Revolution could possibly be.
There were some tall weeds growing along the margin of a little stream in the pasture which produced quantities of delicious seeds, and to these we often repaired when we wanted a choice breakfast, as well as to watch the playful pastimes of these queer bipeds.
What would you think of a bird taking a bareback ride on a cow?
They were extremely fond of settling themselves on the cattle which browsed in the field and presented a truly comical picture as they complacently gathered in little groups on the backs of those huge animals.

Moving slowly along munching the dewy grass, first on one side, then on the other, the cows did not seem particularly to mind their saucy bareback riders.