8 A bout the Feathered Folk. 



in all the wide world beyond the 

 farm and the lane and the quiet 

 dreamy life of this sweet country 

 side. 



But in April come two travelled 

 creatures the Homeless Bird, and 

 the Bird that does not forget. 



No fanciful names are these, but 

 just an expression of the simple 

 truth concerning the Cuckoo and 

 the Swallow. 



The scent and the sweetness of 

 the spring has lured them north- 

 wards ; or, perhaps, it is our length- 

 ening light for the shortness of the 

 winter's day is gloriously made up 

 to us by the evenings and mornings, 

 which linger and open as soon as 

 the middle of March is bygone ; 

 and long daylight means long work- 

 ing and feeding hours to insect- 

 eating birds. 



Very familiar these two looked 

 and sounded to Hannah Hatherly 

 as she stood, spell-bound, in the 



