Vill. 
HE season for nesting birds is again here. 
Many nests are being built, others are fin- 
ished, and some are already occupied. Bluebirds 
occupy, or will occupy, the houses you have 
thoughtfully put out for them, and will be com- 
paratively safe; but the birds nesting in trees, 
in shrubs and on the ground are at the mercy of 
the home and tramp cat. May, June and July 
are the months when the helpless young and the 
mother birds are in the nest. This is the season 
of the greatest danger and distress. Robins and 
birds that feed on the ground are most in danger. 
Searching for food with loving thought for their 
nestlings, all unconscious of the wary cat, they 
fall an easy prey. Already this destructive work 
has begun. 
A few days since a lady called to see if any- 
thing could be done to save the life of a robin 
she had taken from the mouth of her pet cat. 
It was a large, beautifully marked robin. Noth- 
ing could be done. Its neck was broken. 
“No more would he sing for you or me, 
Out in the old apple tree.” 
A few hours later, as I stroked its glossy black 
head, the eyes closed, and the life passed out 
from the silken feathered robe over the bar to— 
where? 
Two days later a little girl came bringing a 
myrtle warbler with a wing torn from its wee 
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