oriole

The next day, he spent the morning at Memorial Stadium pouring cokes at an Oriole party for a hundred poor children.

But Father Oriole heard the three willow whistles and he turned and began to whistle back—oh such a pretty song.

In the fork of two high branches was a great round nest—oh ever so much bigger than the thrush's and the oriole's.

Father Oriole, you see, was more interested in getting fat beetles and caterpillars for food.

And once Mother Oriole found, caught in the shutter, little threads of Hepzebiah's hair.

So for a number of days in the warm weather, and in the rainy weather too, Mother Oriole sat faithfully on her nest.