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one morning. To my dismay, I was baulked 

 again by finding all the young ones dead in the 

 nest. 



The male and female hung round the place 

 for a week afterwards, the former feeding the 

 latter with all the tenderness and gallantry of 

 sweethearting days, thereby leading me to be- 

 lieve that they might attempt the rearing of a 



STARLING GOING TO NESTING-HOLE. 



