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and they would then both fly away to a small park, near our house. Almost 

 before we knew it, the little Dee-dees were out of the eggs, and making their 

 'sizzing' little calls for food, and the work of worm-bringing began in earnest, 

 both Dee-dees being kept busy from early to late, trying to fill little yellow- 

 edged pink mouths, that were always open, and always hungry. 



After about two weeks the baby Dee-dees had been climbing up the inside 

 of the keg, to look out of the hole, and each trying to be the first to get the worm, 

 when it was brought, so Daddy wired a little perch across the keg, just below 

 the hole, to see if it would help them to come out. In a few minutes the bravest 

 little Dee-dee scrambled (or was pushed) out on the perch, shook himself, and 

 at once flew to a near-by plum tree, where he began hopping from limb to limb, 

 flirting his funny little tail, and looking so important. All four of the other 

 Dee-dees followed the first one out of the keg, about one or two minutes apart, 

 and all began to take little short flying trips, as fast as their little wings would 

 rest up a bit, and seeming to worry their mama nearly crazy. They came out of 

 the keg in the morning, and by the next morning, we saw no more of them, and 

 we think the babies were guided to the little park, and there taught to hunt for 

 the little green worms and white 'millers' that they like so well. 



They were all such clean-looking birdies, just the image of their parents, 

 but with short, cute little tails. Mrs. Dee-dee was a clean housekeeper, for we 

 found no mites about their home, after the young birds left the nest. Daddy 

 put up a larger keg, with a larger opening in it, for Bluebirds, and two smaller 

 Wren houses, but although a Jimmy Wren came and* looked them over, and a 

 pair of dear Bluebirds have been here several times, the houses are all em.pty, 

 and we fear that the closely-built-up part of a city is not the best place to have 

 bird friends. — Margaret Phillippe, Okmulgee, Okla. 



[One often wishes when he is compelled to move from one town to another that he 

 could take his friends with him. In this story Margaret shows very delightfully how one 

 who has bird friends does not have to move them for one finds them wherever he goes 

 and it is easy to make new friends when he has good books to introduce them. — A. A. A.| 



