indigo-bird

I found an indigo-bird had built her nest above their graves.

Our Friend John Burroughs Barrus, Clara, 1864-1931 1914

Every observer of eastern feathered folk is familiar with our "little boy blue," the indigo-bird, whose song is such a rollicking and saucy air, making you feel as if the little lyrist were chaffing you.

Birds of the Rockies 1896

From this description it will be seen that he is quite unlike the indigo-bird, which has no brown or white in his cerulean attire.

Birds of the Rockies 1896

The bluebird out West is very much of a blue bird indeed, for it has no "earth tinge" on its breast at all; while the indigo-bird, on the contrary, has gained the ruddy markings that the other has lost.

The Home Range 1896

What is there that prevents the indigo-bird from taking up residence in Colorado, where his pretty western cousin, the lazuli finch, finds himself so much at home?

Birds of the Rockies 1896

It resembles the challenging song of the indigo-bird, only it is not quite so loud and defiant.

Birds of the Rockies 1896

Indeed, these two birds so much resemble each other in color, form, manner, voice, and general habits that, were it not for the difference in size, -- the grossbeak being nearly as large again as the indigo-bird, -- it would be a hard matter to tell them apart.

A Book of Natural History Young Folks' Library Volume XIV. Various 1891

Day after day, as I go to a certain piece of woods, I observe a male indigo-bird sitting on precisely the same part of a high branch, and singing in his most vivacious style.

A Book of Natural History Young Folks' Library Volume XIV. Various 1891

The song of this bird is a rapid, intricate warble, like that of the indigo-bird, though stronger and louder.

A Book of Natural History Young Folks' Library Volume XIV. Various 1891

Among the raspberry and blackberry briars, beside the stone wall on the south side of this same old road, leading to the Aunt Hannah lot, we used to see, occasionally, a deep blue indigo-bird, a very active little fellow, always flitting and hopping about amongst the briars.

When Life Was Young At the Old Farm in Maine 1887