. Bird lore. Birds; Birds; Ornithology. An Experience with a Robin 261 After breakfast we went out to feed them some worms. The little one would not take a thing from our hands and did not know enough to pick them up. Bobby would take a worm and break it up in inch lengths and have his mouth full of the pieces but would not swallow. We were puzzled. Just then Bobby hopped up to the little one and pecked him twice on the bill. The httle one opened his mouth and in went the pieces, one at a time. From that time Bobby took entire charge of the little one and would not eat a thing himself until th
. Bird lore. Birds; Birds; Ornithology. An Experience with a Robin 261 After breakfast we went out to feed them some worms. The little one would not take a thing from our hands and did not know enough to pick them up. Bobby would take a worm and break it up in inch lengths and have his mouth full of the pieces but would not swallow. We were puzzled. Just then Bobby hopped up to the little one and pecked him twice on the bill. The httle one opened his mouth and in went the pieces, one at a time. From that time Bobby took entire charge of the little one and would not eat a thing himself until the little one was so full he refused to eat any more. Bobby would still eat from our hands and twitter and flutter his wings just as the little Robin did when he fed him. From the first week we had Bobby he would take a bath every day. The third day after we had the little Robin, when I put the basin of water into the cage he went right into it. Bobby hopped up on the perch nearby chirp- ing and twittering and went through all the motions of drying his feathers though he was not wet a bit. I wondered if he were trying to teach the little one. They both enjoyed their bath and On real hot days went into the water two or three times. They both looked alike and we could not tell whether they were both males or females. We fed them worms, cherries, berries, scraped beef, and bread and milk and they grew rapidly. After we had had them six weeks we let them go as they seemed strong enough and old enough to care for themselves. The younger one having been bird-fed, flew away and we never saw him again; but Bobby came back every day and took his bath and let us feed and pet him. The wild Robins were horrid to him. They would fly at him and even when he was within six feet of me they would fly down and pick out a bill full of his feathers. We never could understand why they disliked him so. Every day I would go out into the garden and call Bobby and he would come flying down at my feet or
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