FRIENDS IN FEATHERS 



ing what they were, mistook them for Hawks, and tried to shoot 

 them. 



They speedily left. The next I heard of them a man living 

 five miles east of us sent me word there was a pair of big birds 

 nesting in a hollow tree in his woods, so I went to pay them a 

 visit. Having been unmolested, they had a fine pair of young, 

 almost three weeks of age, when I arrived. The female was the 

 same small, sleek bird ; not so timid as she had been the previous 

 summer. The male was the same big, old, scale-encrusted fellow; 

 exactly as I remembered him, so that I am sure as I ever get of 

 anything I cannot prove, that these were Freckles' Chickens of 

 the Limberlost. I even enjoyed the hope that they knew me, the 

 small black horse, and the load of cameras; but very probably that 

 was a case where the "wish was father to the thought." 



HIS WINGS WERE RAISED FOR THE 



FLIGHT THAT FIRST CARRIED HIM 



SKYWARD TO HIS PARENTS 



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