BIRD STORIES 



he felt proud and happy. Perhaps he did for a while. It 

 really was a trip to be proud of for one's very first walk 

 in the world. 



But the exercise made him hungry, and he soon yelled, 

 ^'Kah!" in a tone that meant, ^' Bring me my luncheon 

 this minute or I'll beg till you do." 



The Brown-eyed Boy took a dish of bread and milk to 

 the edge of the low roof, where the nest-box had been 

 placed, and the Blue-eyed Girl called, ''Come and get it, 

 Corbie." 



Not Corbie ! He had always had his meals brought to 

 him. He liked service, that crow. And besides, maybe 

 he could n't walk down the roof it had been so easy to 

 run up. Anyway, his voice began to sound as if he were 

 scared as well as hungry, and later as if he were more 

 scared than hungry. 



Now it stood to reason that Corbie's meals could not 

 be served him every fifteen minutes on the ridge-pole of 

 a steep roof. So the long ladder had to be brought out, 

 and the crow carried to the ground and advised to keep 

 within easy reach until he could use his wdngs. 



It was only a few days until Corbie could fly down 

 from anything he could climb up ; and from that hour he 

 never lacked for amusement. Of course, the greedy little 

 month-old baby found most of his fun for a while in be- 

 ing fed. ''Kah! Kah! Kah!" he called from sun-up to 



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