waiting for these little animals to leave, but 
when evening came they were still there. In 
fact, they were there the next day when he 
called. A week went by and the new ten- 
ants showed no disposition to leave, so the 
old buzzard evidently thought it best to look 
around for a new home. Out in one of the 
fields of the plantation was a little cave. It 
sloped downward for perhaps fifteen feet and at 
the end there was a little room three or four feet 
high and probably as deep. A tall stump and 
two or three small trees grew around this hole 
in the ground, and the plowed land came up close 
to the edge. 
Bill Buzzard and his mate looked the place 
over and decided this might be a good spot to 
deposit their eggs. Down on the floor of the 
cave, without even so much as a bunch of grass 
or a leaf to serve as a nest, two big chocolate- 
spotted eggs were laid, and in due time two 
young buzzards appeared. The first covering 
of these youngsters was of white down, but as 
the weeks went by the black wing quills and 
tail-feathers began to appear. 
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