Not of a Feather By FLORENCE A. VAN SANT A Mourning Dove and a Laughing Gull Met during bird migration, And, out of courtesy, they both Joined in a conversation. The Dove, the land-bird, said, "I dwell By fields of golden grain " ; The Gull said, "I'm a mariner And roam a vast domain." In everything they disagreed From sentiment to diet ; One loved the tumult of the sea, The other liked things quiet. When one was happy he would mourn, A truth as strange as fiction; The other, he would laugh when sad, 'Twas quite a contradiction. The Dove said, "I am glad we met," And then moaned, " Coo a-coo"; The Gull at parting felt too bad, But laughed, "Hah, hah, adieu!" YOUNG BANK SWALLOWS Photographed by James H. Miller, Lowville, N. Y. !i3°)
