THE AMERICAN ROBIN 



This she did repeatedly, until she had the necessary 

 amount.^ 



I once saw a mother-robin sheltering her brood during 

 a rainstorm of great violence. Her soft body and out- 

 spread wings were pelted by the rain, but she seemed 

 quite oblivious to everything except to keep harm from 

 her young. Her protecting attitude and the look in her 

 bright eyes made as beautiful an expression of mother- 

 love as I ever witnessed. 



BFrom Olive Thome Miller's "First Book of Birds." 



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