. Stories of humble friends . Animal behavior. io6 not care to answer to his call. No doubt the little fellow preferred to flit through the air with creat- ures of its own kind to living in a house, and being made ai pet of. THE CAPTIVE ROBIN I WAS hatched in the top of a tall maple tree. The nest where I lived with my little brothers and sisters was very soft and warm. Still softer and warmer was my mother's breast as she brooded over us. My father was a very handsome robin, as I re- mem ber him. He was a good father to us. There were al- ways worms enough to fill our hungry beaks. Father Rob
. Stories of humble friends . Animal behavior. io6 not care to answer to his call. No doubt the little fellow preferred to flit through the air with creat- ures of its own kind to living in a house, and being made ai pet of. THE CAPTIVE ROBIN I WAS hatched in the top of a tall maple tree. The nest where I lived with my little brothers and sisters was very soft and warm. Still softer and warmer was my mother's breast as she brooded over us. My father was a very handsome robin, as I re- mem ber him. He was a good father to us. There were al- ways worms enough to fill our hungry beaks. Father Robin Feeding the Children And hoW happy we were up there in our nest among the leaves! Sometimes the wind blew so hard that the tree where we lived would bend far over. Then across the side of the nest we could catch sight of a red. Please note that these images are extracted from scanned page images that may have been digitally enhanced for readability - coloration and appearance of these illustrations may not perfectly resemble the original Pyle, Katharine, d. 1938. New York : American Book Co.
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