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sunshine above our heads, as safe as could be. They 
remained about in the yard for two or three weeks, 
when they disappeared, no doubt going to the foothills 
to join their father at sucking sweets and flitting 
among the vines. 
CHAPTER 2 XI. 
OUR ROBIN REDBREAST. 
Aumost every child knows the robin redbreast. He 
is a great favorite wherever he goes. We have him 
with us in Southern California only in winter time for 
a few weeks after the rains have come. When our 
eround is mellow with moisture, and the angle-worms 
have worked their way to the top, leaving little loose 
hillocks all about the yard, then we look out for a visit 
from the robins. 
They come in companies great enough to fill the 
tree-tops, and their constant song reminds us of old 
times when we lived in the New England States. 
Robins are “water birds” in a way, although they 
do not swim. They are perfectly at home in wet grass 
or foliage, and even in a rain storm. They never seem 
to have any use for umbrellas. 
Once, while on a visit to some friends in the east, 
we found two baby robins which were blown from their 
nest in a storm. We fed them with bread soaked in 
milk, and fresh beef, and they thrived. We shut them 
