I did my best, beating round the edge and "squeaking," but startled nothing rarer than a hooded warbler and a cardinal grosbeak.
The cardinal grosbeak, retiring as he is, cannot believe that he was born to blush unseen—to the tip of his beautiful crest.
It was the cardinal grosbeak, another bird unknown to me in New England.
He thought our cardinal grosbeak, which he called the Virginia nightingale, as fine a whistler as the nightingale herself.
The others were a mocking-bird, a cardinal grosbeak, and a paroquet.