NESTLINGS OF FOREST AND MARSH 
her, even flying down beside her and remind- 
ing her of those hungry babies at home. 
Still she would not go. Then he flew toa 
fale 1s tree and waited again, calling her 
Meme) «softly. Every harsh jay 
note was gone from his 
voice, and it was as per- 
suasive as that of a dove. 
He fidgeted somewhat over 
the delay, the four wriggling 
worms seemed hard to hold; 
but he would not leave her 
nor did hescold her. Finally, 
her own appetite appeased, 
she gathered a breakfast for 
the nestlings and joined him 
on the tree. Then he flew 
to the next, and waited 
again until she followed. 
The next flight was taken 
simultaneously to the nest 
tree, and each’ time )they 
; came together to the lawn for 
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nest of swamp sparrow 
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