100 years ago in COUNTRY LIFE
August 12, 1916
HARK! A veritable torrent of song bursts forth from the reed bed fringing the riverside. As we quietly saunter along and approach the more secluded parts, it appears to increase in volume and intensity. The still warm days of the late spring and early summer, when all is peaceful and quiet, should be selected for hearing this delightful creature… It is the reed warbler. On he sings, turning his tiny head from side to side as his mate flits by, and urging her on in her domestic duties by his incessant chatter, or song, of deep affection for his little brown spouse.