A Tale of Two Martins 
morning there would be another, until 
five little pointed eggs were lying on 
the feather lining. And after a while 
there were five little martins, which had 
to be fed ever so many times. The old 
martins would catch a whole lot of tiny 
flies, keeping them in their mouths until 
they had enough to feed them all round. 
When the youngsters were bigger and 
their feathers began to grow, they used 
to watch for their parents at the opening 
of the nest; then first one and then the 
other would fly up, and, clinging to the 
rough mud with their little white feet 
and sharp claws, feed them in turn and 
fly off for another batch of flies. 
At last they themselves were ready 
to fly, and left the nest one by one for 
short flights, coming back to the nest 
when they were tired. Then by degrees 
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