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to let him fly about to stren^^then his win^, but he would soon 

 return to his cage. He was named Goliath. 



Another young robin was given me whose mother had been 

 caught by a cat. I put him in the cage with Goliath but Goliath's 

 opinions and mine were evidently not in accord on that subject, 

 for he foughc the robin guest so persistently the younger bird had 

 to be removed. Having exhausted the supply of cages, he was 

 given a basket in a room in the house. He took to the basket 

 immediately, and also became quite gentle. He was named Sam- 

 son. He grew quite fond of me, and when not confined in his 

 basket, would fly through the house after me and ride around on 

 my head or shoulder or hand as happened to be most convenient 

 to him. Samson soon came to regard the entire house as his 

 property, and when I brought Goliath in for his daily exercise, 

 Samson would immediately attack him, and although Goliath was 

 older and larger, he seemed to recognize Samson's right to the 

 house and was as meek as possible. He was even afraid to eat 

 when inside unless I put the food in his ever open bill. It was very 

 funny, as soon as Goliath came in, to see Samson jump on his back 

 and pull his one tail feather. But if I tried to put Samson in the 

 cage, the situation was reversed, and Goliath would fiercely attack 

 the now meek and trembling Samson, these traits evidently 

 indicating a respect for the property rights of others. 



They regarded me as their mother and would give their food call 

 as soon as they heard me. Samson had a way of hiding some times 

 in the room, and I often would not see him, but when called, he 

 always answered with a chirp. 



In the fall, before migration time, much to my regret, they were 

 taken out in the open and set free. 



A BOY'S ACCOUNT OF HIS TAME CROW, JACK 

 Robert Parsons, Ashtabula, N. Y. 



In the summer of 19 15 Carter Ellis was coming through a woods, 

 south of Erie and found a young crow chat was just learning how to 

 fly. He caught it and put it into a bag that he had with him. He 

 took it home and it would not eat at first but soon it learned to take 

 milk out of a spoon and it would go around picking up things to eac. 



After Carter had the crow for about three weeks he gave it to 

 Henry Thomas who lived near me, and his father got tired of 



