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else, they fed this young Cuckoo, and the thing- grew 

 at sucli a pace that the nest pan soon got too"" small 

 for it, so I placed it on the floor in a corner of the 

 cage. It was rare fun to watch the Canaries feed this 

 great thing, about six times their size. 



Tliis went on quite a month, when I was called 

 away from home, so I had to leave them in the care 

 of a friend, with full instructions how to feed, etc. I 

 had been away from home about four da^'s, when I 

 received a telegram saying "Canaries dead, what shall 

 I do with the Cuckoo." I wired back, " Turn Cuckoo 

 into garden." When I got liome a few days later I 

 learned to my sorrow that the Canaries had died of 

 thirst: the water tin had sprung a leak and had not 

 been noticed as my friend was only able to see to 

 the birds each morning, and it was very hot weather 

 at the time. My friend told me he had seen the 

 young Cuckoo on two or three mornings after he had 

 turned it out, but he did not see any bird feeding it— 

 however, it must have been fed, or it would not 

 have lived so long. I looked round the garden and 

 shrubbery, but could not find any trace of it, so I 

 cannot say whether some kind foster-parent had 

 enticed it away or a prowling cat made a meal of it. 



