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The Collaborative International Dictionary
Bobolink

Bobolink \Bob"o*link`\, n. (Zo["o]l.) An American singing bird ( Dolichonyx oryzivorus). The male is black and white; the female is brown; -- called also, ricebird, reedbird, and Boblincoln.

The happiest bird of our spring is the bobolink.
--W. Irving.

Douglas Harper's Etymology Dictionary
bobolink

American passerine bird, 1796, American English, earlier bob-lincoln, bob-o-Lincoln (1774), imitative of the hearty song of the bird.

Wiktionary
bobolink

n. An American migratory songbird, (taxlink Dolichonyx oryzivorus species noshow=1), resembling a blackbird with the bill of a finch

WordNet
bobolink

n. migratory American songbird [syn: ricebird, reedbird, Dolichonyx oryzivorus]

Wikipedia
Bobolink

The bobolink (Dolichonyx oryzivorus) is a small New World blackbird and the only member of the genus Dolichonyx.

Usage examples of "bobolink".

My own mother sat alone on Bobolink Drive all day, talking to her parakeet, Petey, and worrying about dead children.

He even preferred, at last, the English blackbird to the American bobolink, but the Harvard Quinquennial Catalogue never lost its savor, and in the full tide of his social success in London he still thought that the society he had enjoyed at the Saturday Club was the best society in the world.

Bobolink came up the road out of the trees and went across the railroad and into the trees again like a bird, with Cousin Drusilla riding astride like a man and sitting straight and light as a willow branch in the wind.

Cousin Drusilla had already unsaddled Bobolink, and she was rubbing him down with a crokersack when I came in.

I saw our old rib-gaunted horses standing on their hind feet one minute and then turned sideways hi the traces the next, and Drusilla leaning forward a little and taut as a pistol hammer holding Bobolink, and I saw men and women and children going down under the horses and we could feel the wagon going over them and we could hear them screaming.

It was sad then, but to-day to the tune of soaring bobolinks I must be thinking how gayly the little ones put on their winglets all together, and, a white flock, went trooping off, shepherded by angels.