not care to have two young ones at a time digging 
around in her throat for fish. So she pushes 
them away until they are content to come one 
at a time for their dinner. The way a lusty 
youngster will shake its mother’s head about 
while feeding is most alarming to behold. After 
the two or three occupants of the nest have taken 
their turn the much-shaken parent will stand for 
a time thoughtfully gazing at the ground as if 
trying to recover from an attack of giddiness. 
Of the eleven young widgeons that had been 
hatched on the edge of the desert that July day 
only seven now were left. The raven we know, 
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