and Their Homes 
big as a good many humming-birds, 
making such a weary, weary journey as 
the flight over the sea from Norway. 
What brave little hearts they must have, 
shut up in their tiny bodies, ever to 
attempt such a terrible flight! The 
wonder is that any of them succeed in: 
safely crossing. 
Their nest is a most delicate cradle, 
fit for such a dainty little bird and 
its family. It is a small mossy cup, 
so cleverly hung on the under side of 
a spreading branch of evergreen, spruce, 
or fir that there is always a thick roof 
over it, and at the same time it is so 
hidden in the heavy dark shadow that the 
green hammock of moss can scarcely be 
seen amid the green spines of the tree. 
The eggs are not very much bigger than 
peas, and there are generally about six 
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