. My pets; real happenings in my aviary . elterednook. His attacks were always in the rear, when it wasa case of a large bird. If he had dared to attack thepigeon in front, the big fellow would have given hima disdainful peck. One day I found a Java sparrow dead in a boxbeside her nest full of eggs. Poor little mother bird!Here was some tragedy. I picked up her emaciatedbody, and watched her mate. He was thin and nervous in appearance, and ta-king advantage of my appearance in the aviary, wastrying to pick up some of the white French milletseeds, of which he was very fond. He was mean-while ke
. My pets; real happenings in my aviary . elterednook. His attacks were always in the rear, when it wasa case of a large bird. If he had dared to attack thepigeon in front, the big fellow would have given hima disdainful peck. One day I found a Java sparrow dead in a boxbeside her nest full of eggs. Poor little mother bird!Here was some tragedy. I picked up her emaciatedbody, and watched her mate. He was thin and nervous in appearance, and ta-king advantage of my appearance in the aviary, wastrying to pick up some of the white French milletseeds, of which he was very fond. He was mean-while keeping a wary eye on Dan, who did not dareto attack him in my presence. I read the whole story. The little mother hadsuccumbed first, for the times of eating would befew and far between, compared with those of hermate. She had died for her nest—had sat on theeggs till her half-starved condition forced her tosuccumb. I gave Dan a wrathful glance and tookthe male Java to a sunny room upstairs, where hesoon became as fat as a partridge. 47.
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