A MARTINET IN FEATHERS 
and rarely cried, but I could notice little 
contented wrigglings and cuddlings when the 
soft low twittering of the parents on their 
way home was heard. 
Some of the leaves hung over the nest on 
the side next the window, and prevented 
a full view, so a small boy climbed up 
and removed them. This caused great con- 
sternation in the robin family, and it was 
more than an hour before the mother came 
to the nest again. When she did, it was 
only to sit on an adjacent branch and 
“chuck” angrily at me, all the time hold- 
ing a large yellow grub and a full-sized 
angle-worm in her beak. That she did not 
enjoy the wriggling of the latter was evident 
from the frequency with which she tried to 
get a better hold by rubbing him against the 
bark. Having tried in vain to bait a fish- 
hook myself, I fully sympathized with her. 
The loud-voiced protests against my pres- 
ence at the window called all the bird neigh- 
bors to the tree. First to respond was an 
oriole, who came quite near, cocked his head 
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