OUR COUNTRY LIFE 



puzzled and disgusted air when she pecked at a bird 

 and touched a piece of glass was laughable to see. 



At first I placed her cage on the porch a part of each 

 day so that she should grow accustomed to the many 

 birds, bees, wasps and flies; but she did not like the 

 atmosphere, and either stayed on the bottom of the cage 

 or pecked at any bird that came too near. Twice I 

 took her on my shoulder to the lawn to have her picture 

 taken but I had no suitable camera and the results 

 were very poor. A screened porch downstairs seemed 

 to be an ideal place for her; but she had her own 

 notions as to location and did not feel at home there, 

 so made her way one day back through two big rooms, 

 upstairs, along a gallery to her own quarters. It was 

 equal to a long migration for her, and how she fol 

 lowed the trail no one could guess. 



She would remain on Kate's shoulder or on mine 

 as long as we stayed in her room, but the instant we 

 entered the hall, back she would fly to her window 

 ledge. Twice she flew out of the window when the 

 screen blew open and her airs of superiority as she 



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