18 STORIES ABOUT BIRDS. 



especially as slie was acquainted Avitli tlie little 

 fellow, and I was not. ISTear the house there 

 were a great many rose-bushes ; and every 

 child knows that roses bear red berries, after 

 the flower has fallen. The robins, when the 

 cherries and currants were gone, directed their 

 attention to the berries on the rose-bushes, and 

 seemed to relish them yqtj much. One day, 

 there was a violent storm. The wind blew 

 fiercely. In the midst of this storm, one of 

 Mary's robins flew violently against a window, 

 shivered the glass to j^ieces, and fell dead on 

 the floor. Upon examination, one of these 

 rose berries Avas found in his throat. The poor 

 fellow Avas evidently choked Avith it. Mary in- 

 formed me, however, that the bird was coming- 

 in to see her father, and to get him to remove 

 the berry. Her fother Avas a doctor, and she 

 presumed the robin knew it as Avell as she did. 

 "I knew a lad}^, Avhen I was a little girl," 

 says a writer in Mrs. Follen's excellent publica- 

 tion, " The Child's Friend," " who Avas A^ery 

 fond of birds ; and one morning, Avhen she A\^as 

 dressing, she heard something tap and peck at 

 her windoAV. A¥hen she looked out, she saw 

 all the ground covered AAdth snoAV, and a poor 

 little robin red-breast pecking at the AvindoAV. 

 She opened it, and tlircAv him out some bread ; 



