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quickly and picked it up and looked at it. It had a broken wing. I brought 

 it home, but did not know what to do to help it. After awhile I thought per- 

 haps Doctor Michaud would be able to fix the wing. I took the bird to him 

 and asked him but the doctor said he could not. He told me to take the Robin 

 and leave it in the woods so the cats would not get it. I did this and I soon 

 saw three Robins come with the Robin that had the broken wing. I felt better 

 because I thought they would take care of it. 



We have an Audubon Class in School, and like to have things read out 

 of Bird-Lore. — Gerard Dubois (age, lo years). Sacred Heart School, 

 Bathurst, N. B., Can. 



[Bird hospitals are among the latest advances in protective work for our feathered 

 friends. It would be a good thing if someone in every community knew how to save a 

 bird with a broken leg or wing. — A. H. W.] 



A TRUE BLUEBIRD STORY 



More than threescore years ago, two little girls, Jane and Phoebe Waite, 

 lived in a rural district in New York. In summer they often went berrying. 

 Late one afternoon they discovered a Bluebird's nest in the cavity of a tree, 

 containing three baby birds. After admiring them, Jane and Phoebe decided 

 the babies would make most desirable pets. They carried them home carefully 

 and showed them to their mother. Mrs. Waite was shocked at the thoughtless- 

 ness of her little daughters. Kindness to birds and animals had always been a 

 principle in the household. Although twilight was deepening, the mother bade 

 her children take the little birds back to the nest. They found the parent 

 birds in great distress. When the baby birds were safe in the nest, the mother 

 and father Bluebird manifested so much joy and love for their babies that 

 Jane and PhcEbe sat down and cried, realizing how nearly they had been to 

 causing a tragedy in the home of their bird friends. You may be sure they 

 never carried away any more baby birds. — Mrs. D. Berlin, Wimbledon, N. D. 



[Frequently boys and girls or even adults, pick up nestlings with the idea of caring 

 for them for a time. Unless the birds are injured and helpless, it is a far better way to 

 leave them with their parents, and to observe their habits at a safe distance. Nearlj^ 

 everyone who has vines about a porch will discover there a Robin's nest or a Chipping 

 Sparrow's. These familiar species readily adapt themselves to rather close contact with 

 people. It is not difficult to become intimate with many shyer species, and the joy of 

 such acquaintance can only be appreciated by those who experience it. — A. H. W.] 



A BIRD STORY 



One day when I was out in the back yard, I saw a Wren and her young ones. 

 She was up in a tree and her young ones were on the ground. I was near the 

 tree. The babies thought that I was a tree, so they hopped up on my legs as 

 if they were trees. The mother of the baby birds did not like it at first, but 



