. Bird lore . t the worms, and when he hadhad enough he would jump upon James shoulder or head, orfly to a limb of the nearest treeand sing his sweetest it was no longer necessaryto keep him shut in his box. Heslept in the trees, and during theday he followed James around,often coming into the he stole strawberries fromGrandmas pan and bathed inany dish of water that washandy. One day after Bobbiewas full grown and very said the bugs wereeating his beans badly. Bobbielikes bugs, said James. Well,suppose you take him outin the bean-patch, Grandpaanswered. Ja
. Bird lore . t the worms, and when he hadhad enough he would jump upon James shoulder or head, orfly to a limb of the nearest treeand sing his sweetest it was no longer necessaryto keep him shut in his box. Heslept in the trees, and during theday he followed James around,often coming into the he stole strawberries fromGrandmas pan and bathed inany dish of water that washandy. One day after Bobbiewas full grown and very said the bugs wereeating his beans badly. Bobbielikes bugs, said James. Well,suppose you take him outin the bean-patch, Grandpaanswered. James got his pet and wentat once into the garden, whereBobbie, without ceremony, be-gan to eat bugs. Up and downthe rows he hopped all day. The next morning, when James got up, Bobbiewas busy catching bugs in the bean-patch. The beans in the neighbors gardens on all sides of Grandpas were almostentirely destroyed by the bugs, but, thanks to Bobbie, Grandpa had almost afull crop.—Susan B. Dinsmore, Mesa, JAMES, WITH BOBBIE, IIlS PET ROBIN THE BLACK AND WHITE WARBLER One day in the summer another boy and I were climbing a tree when wenoticed a bird. It had a striped black and white back and a spotted breast. Iknew it was a Black and White Warbler. We kept still and watched it. Then another one came, and they kept coming nearer and nearer, till onealmost touched the other boys foot. At last they flew away and we got down 194 Bird - Lore and went to look for other birds. I have seen them a number of times sincecome to that same tree, and we call it the Black and White WarblerTree.—Albert Fearing, (Age 13 years), Dorchester, Mass. FINDING BIRDS NESTS I live in Gilbert, Minn., and am the president of the Gilbert AudubonSociety. I am very much interested in birds and would like to tell you aboutmy vacation last summer and what I have seen of birds. Last summer, around the 4th of July, our family went out to VermillionLake on an island. Right near our camp, in the bushes, was
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