. Bird-lore . t sweep of the first day becomes lower and heavier on thesecond, and xou are reliexed when darkness falls anrl the tired wings fold forthe night. The ihiid dax, ihr unfrrliii, lad\- lalis a halt, and new tests are (.547 348 Bird - Lore proposed—quiet ones—strutting, bowing, spreading the feathers, twisting theneck, ogHng the head, beating a tattoo, playing hide and seek round the trunksof the Japanese cherry, the silver birch, and the elms. Then one flies away tobecome a winner elsewhere and the other two think of a home. To last years haunts they go. The English Sparrows had fou
. Bird-lore . t sweep of the first day becomes lower and heavier on thesecond, and xou are reliexed when darkness falls anrl the tired wings fold forthe night. The ihiid dax, ihr unfrrliii, lad\- lalis a halt, and new tests are (.547 348 Bird - Lore proposed—quiet ones—strutting, bowing, spreading the feathers, twisting theneck, ogHng the head, beating a tattoo, playing hide and seek round the trunksof the Japanese cherry, the silver birch, and the elms. Then one flies away tobecome a winner elsewhere and the other two think of a home. To last years haunts they go. The English Sparrows had found that long,deep hole and filled it with chicken feathers, moss, sticks, strings, etc., and thetwo birds work hard at house-cleaning for several days. The falling trashtestifies to their industry. The theory that nests are used but once is not trueof all birds. I have, repeatedly, seen a nest, such as borers make, used the secondtime. The glossy, white eggs, for which such elaborate preparations have been. ■THE GIANT ELM WHICH HAD BEEN THE HOME OF HIS KIX lt)R OVER A GENERATION made, lie snug and safe in this dark, warm hole, and a new task confronts thehusband. Patiently and unceasingly he bestows his Flicker care on the chosenpartner of his toils. She calls him to take her place when she needs air, food,and water—and he always answers. The purple flush of incoming day in-variably brings him to her, with the caressing yicker, yicker, yicker of his love-song. Little they think of tragedy, of disaster, as they wait the day whenshells burst and tiny, wet bodies press against them, opening huge mouthsblindly and awkwardly for nourishment. In due time five move and eat. Father and mother fly away for anothermorsel, when, without warning, the limb falls, breaking into fragments asthe soft wood hits the hard earth forty feet away. A still cloudless day it is, and I was watching the excitement and unusualactivities of the parents, thinking the mothers patient wait was over. G
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