. Gray lady and the birds; stories of the bird year for home and school . ident would happen, and Goldilocks willshow you a beautiful bracket nest and five white eggs thatbecame loosened after a storm and fell out on to thehearth. But now that there is a fire all the time and a coalstove at Swallow Chimney, wont the birds choke if theylive there? asked Sarah Barnes. Grandma says theycan stand wood smoke, but that coal-gas spixiates em;cause weve never had any at our house since weve beenburning coal. I believe that your grandmother is right, said GrayLady, and for this reason I have planned to
. Gray lady and the birds; stories of the bird year for home and school . ident would happen, and Goldilocks willshow you a beautiful bracket nest and five white eggs thatbecame loosened after a storm and fell out on to thehearth. But now that there is a fire all the time and a coalstove at Swallow Chimney, wont the birds choke if theylive there? asked Sarah Barnes. Grandma says theycan stand wood smoke, but that coal-gas spixiates em;cause weve never had any at our house since weve beenburning coal. I believe that your grandmother is right, said GrayLady, and for this reason I have planned to have a newoutside chimney for the cooking stove, so that the realSwallow Chimney may be only used for the woodhearth fires, and so continue to be their home for as longas I live or the birds wish to rent it. TO A CHIMNEY SWIFT Uncumbered neighbour of our race! Thou only of thy clanHast made thy haunt and dwelling-place Within the walls of man. Thy haughty wing, which rides the storm,Hath stooped to Earths desires, And round thy eery rises warmThe smoke of human CHIMNEYSWIFT RESTING R. H. Bcebe, Photo. THE TIDE HAS TURNED 375 Still didst thou come from lands afar In childhood days as now, —Yet alien as the planets are, And elfin-strange art thou. Thy little realm of quick delights, Fierce instincts, untaught powers — What unimagined days and nightsCut off that realm from ours I Thy soul is of the dawn of Earth, And thine the secrets beOf sentient beings far-off birth And round-eyed infancy. With thee, beneath our sheltering roof, The starry Sphinx doth dwell,Untamed, eternally aloof And inaccessible! — Dora Read Goodale. THE RUBY-THROATED HUMMING-BIRD The last and least of the four-winged mysteries isalso the smallest of our birds, lacking a quarter of beingfour inches long. But it does not need size to proclaimits beauty any more than a glowing ruby or emerald;and indeed it wears both of these gems, the one on itsthroat and the other on its back. Its world is the
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