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 « arbler 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 horrie 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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