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bills had grown out until they were quite respectable 
by the time the babies sat on the edge of the nest. 
As soon as the mother became tame enough, we took 
the pictures, as you see them. While we stood at the 
nest, she would fly all about our faces and look at our 
ANNA’S HUMMING-BIRDS. 
ears and eyes, and buzz at our hair in a very funny way. 
Once we bent the twig from its place in the shrub, 
and held it close to our faces, and the mother fed the 
young, brushing our cheeks with her gauzy wings. 
Then we tied it back to its old place when the mother 
had flown away. She came back and flew in our faces, 
