YELLOW WARBLER 
great green forest world with innocent baby 
eyes, not a whit afraid of the danger that 
lurked in every bush. I feared for them, 
because I knew that those blackberry vines 
Wee yellow warbler nestlings 
were the haunt of snakes which had destroyed 
more than one brood I had been watching. 
The parents feared also, and came busily 
with food as if to coax them to be contented 
at home until their wings were stronger. 
At length one day, not quite three weeks 
from the time they first broke the pretty 
shells, I was startled to see the mother bird 
fly out to meet me and fall fluttering to the 
ground. I stooped to follow and pick her 
up, but she fluttered into weeds across the 
road. Sure that she was wounded, I again 
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