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Bird - Lore 



He stayed until the middle of July. One night he came when I called him 

 and looked at me from a low branch, then he turned his back to me and flew 

 into a high tree. I said to myself, "Young man, I guess you are grown up and 

 don't need your mother any more." The next day I was away but the family 

 said he came back; after that he never returned. 



I had told him more than once that I wanted him to be a real Robin and do 

 as Robins do, but that I hoped he would come back next spring and build his 

 nest in my garden and bring his family to see me and I am expecting that he 

 will. So if I ever see a Robin coming through the hole in the sleeping-porch 

 screen I shall know it is 'Bobby.' 



WOOD THRUSH AND YOUNG 

 Photographed by Joseph Pollock, Carman, N. Y. 



