. St. Nicholas [serial] . VE OFTEN SEEN DISPUTES ARISE WHILE THE MOTHERWAS AWAY. worm in his mouth. No sooner had he squat-ted on his accustomed perch than he caughtsight of the cyclops camera. With an aston- I could not tell one nestling from the I sat watching the mother the questionsoften arose in my mind: Does she recognizeone child from the other ? Does she feedthem in turn, or does she poke the food downthe first open mouth she sees ? Here is agood chance to experiment, I thought. Sowith a good supply of 5 by 7 plates we watchedand photographed from early in the morningtill late
. St. Nicholas [serial] . VE OFTEN SEEN DISPUTES ARISE WHILE THE MOTHERWAS AWAY. worm in his mouth. No sooner had he squat-ted on his accustomed perch than he caughtsight of the cyclops camera. With an aston- I could not tell one nestling from the I sat watching the mother the questionsoften arose in my mind: Does she recognizeone child from the other ? Does she feedthem in turn, or does she poke the food downthe first open mouth she sees ? Here is agood chance to experiment, I thought. Sowith a good supply of 5 by 7 plates we watchedand photographed from early in the morningtill late in the afternoon for three days. At theend of that time we had eight pictures, or ratherfour pairs, each of which was taken in thesame order as the mother fed her young. The warblers foraged the firs for insectsof all sizes and colors. The digestive organs. ? tvj^ i^jf^ferafefe j* §m mm &5?5^|fj FOR ALL HIS BEGGING THE NEAREST GOT A KNOCK. ished chirp he dropped his worm, turned aback somersault, and all I saw was a meteorstreak of gray curving up over the pointed doubt if he lit or felt any degree of safetytill he reached the opposite bank of the river. We met his lordship again the following mother was doing her best to lure us fromthe nest by her deceiving antics. Every visitwe had made she kept practising the same oldtrick. Just as she was putting on a few extra of those bobtailed bantlings seemed equal toalmost any insect I had ever seen. In the days we spent about the nest I neversaw the time when both the bairns were not ina starving mood, regardless of the amount ofdinner they had just swallowed. The flutterof wings touched the button that seemed auto-matically to open their mouths. At the slight-est sound I ve often seen disputes arise whilethe mother was away. I 11 take the next !
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