birds care for their second little brood, just out 
of the shell. On the lawn at Whitney Park 
birds make no social distinctions of race or fam- 
ily. Ina friendly way all hobnob together, feed- 
ing on what they find or from the generous 
supply furnished at the Whitney cottage window. 
It is not an infrequent occurrence at the park to 
see a bird of one family feeding a young bird of 
another family. It was but recently I saw an 
English sparrow feed a young robin that had 
fallen from its nest to the driveway. Again I 
ran across a robin feeding a baby chipping spar- 
row, while the parent bird sat in an adjacent 
bush with a bug in its bill, waiting to perform 
the same loving act. 
Helped the Meadow Larks. 
Meadow larks and blackbirds come to the 
park from the river flats where they make their 
homes. Not long since, looking for flowers, I 
was over on the flats, which are sometimes used 
by fishermen to stretch their nets for repairs. 
In an effort to reach the river bank, where I 
expected to find the purple gerardia, I ran into a 
tangle of these nets. They were spread in devi- 
ous ways with only a narrow footway between. 
By carefully choosing my way I succeeded in 
getting more than halfway to the shore, when I 
struck a puzzle—a ditch with a net drawn over 
it. I tried to cross on the net, but found it prac- 
tically impossible. There was no way open to 
the right or the left, so I was obliged to retrace 
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