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birds, which were duly hatched, and 
which were so long helpless and depen- 
dent on the devotion of their parents, 
safely hidden as they were under the 
leafy screen around them, are now per- 
haps flying about and enjoying the 
warmth and brightness of an African 
sun, until the time arrives for them to 
return to the familiar hedge in which 
they were born. 
There is the hollow cup of fine roots 
in which a brood of young bullfinches 
began life. And it is quite likely that 
we may even now hear their low, plaintive 
pipe and see them flitting on ahead as 
we advance. 
In both these nests, and in the old 
thrushes’ nests, may be seen a reddish 
mass of some substance which looks as if 
it had been gnawed by something. That 
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