The Burgess Bird Book for Children 



"So you guess it is there!" mimicked Jenny 

 Wren. "Well, your guess is quite wrong, Peter; 

 quite wrong. As a matter of fact, it is in one 

 of those old fence posts. But just which one 

 I am not going to tell you. I will leave that for 

 you to find out. Mrs. Bluebird certainly shows 

 good sense. She knows a good house when she sees 

 it. The hole in that post is one of the best holes 

 anywhere around here. If I had arrived here early 

 enough I would have taken it myself. But Mrs. 

 Bluebird already had her nest built in it and four 

 eggs there, so there was nothing for me to do but 

 come here. Just between you and me, Peter, 

 I think the Bluebirds show more sense in nest 

 building than do their cousins the Robins. There 

 is nothing like a house with stout walls and a 

 doorway just big enough to get in and out of 

 comfortably." 



Peter nodded quite as if he understood all 

 about the advantages of a house with walls. 

 "That reminds me," said he. "The other day I 

 saw Welcome Robin getting mud and carrying it 

 away. Pretty soon he was joined by Mrs. Robin, 

 and she did the same thing. They kept it up till 

 I got tired of watching them. What were they 

 doing with that mud ?" 



"Building their nest, of course, stupid," re- 

 torted Jenny, "Welcome Robin, with that black 

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