CHAPTER. VI 
OUR LAST HUNT OF THE SEASON FOR BIRDS’ 
NESTS: LATE JUNE 
As the month was well advanced and we 
had no time to lose if we wished to find 
more nests, we arranged another day for 
our engrossing work. 
I had seen a _ house-sparrow’s nest on 
the topmost branches of a sycamore which 
grows behind my house. 
Ted climbed the tree with ease, and said 
it was like ‘going up his stairs to bed’. I 
left him to report to me below what he 
found in the nest. ‘One addled egg.’ ‘That 
will do, said I. So, as the branches of 
the sycamore were far too frail to hold a 
man (or two) and camera, we decided that 
the tree top must come down. A few 
strokes through the soft wood with a saw, 
and Ted lowered the branch and nest as 
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