Birds of Nebraska: Newspaper Accounts, 1854-1923

May 28, 1922. Editor [possibly Greenleaf]. Omaha Sunday World-Herald 57(32=35): 10-E. A bird editorial.

Cheerful Mourning.

In the strip of woods, with the dusty road marking its brown course by fringes of dirty weeds beside, and the grain field across to tell that thrift is there, as well as the gaunt poles with wires stretcher thereover - here is the cheerfulest bird in the world - the Mourning Dove.

Paradox itself, this Mourning Dove brings us everything in love and sweetest happiness. Its low-toned and flutelike murmur was never meant for sadness, but heralds the quietude and peace that one would find in sequestered places.

Mourning Dove, loveliest of father and mother, and least fearful of humans who until a few years ago destroyed it ruthlessly because it was an easy victim and toothsome - intones by day and even by night its somber lullaby to creatures beneath the Heavens.

You will find these splendid instruments of soft heartsongs in the dim fastness of the conifer copse, or in the lone and half-dead poplar, or in some humble underbush whacked ruthlessly by counter gales from whizzing autos.

But wherever found, or wherever seen - that happy and hopeful mourning song will come to tell us that these silky feathered bits of loveliness are carrying on, and raising their gentle families and pitying us for our harsh worldliness as we lust for them with loaded gun, pausing only our trigger-finger because a wise government has warned us nay.

Useful and self supporting dove, the last suggestion we have in this territory to remind us of the murdered Passenger Pigeon, it is hoped that the farmers and their kindred citizens soon realize your value, and that in days of passion your song from the meagerly hidden nest may cease to be one of mournings, and be truly interpreted as one of hope and of courage.