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The bird is not at all shy, and to watch it on a lawn 

 after rain is very amusing; it runs up to a worm cast, 

 eyes it with a peculiar look, begins pecking at it, and 

 stamping with its legs. The poor worm, alarmed, pokes 

 out his head to see what can be the matter. Alas, poor 

 worm ! he is gobbled up in a moment. 



It is very fond of snails, and carries them to a big 



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stone, there to break the shell and consume the con- 

 tents. The so-called thrush's dining-table may often be 

 seen as we pass through a copse on our way to the 

 river-side. 



The nest is beautifully made, and lined with clay. The 

 eggs are generally five, of a light blue speckled with 

 black. The female sits very close, almost allowing you 

 to touch her before leaving the nest. She watches you 



