4 BEYOND THE PASTURE BARS 



ing just beyond the bars, to say nothing of the 



insects and flowers. 

 Inside the pasture 

 bars, here on the 

 few acres of my 

 small farm, living 

 on my land with me, 

 Folk in scales are almost a hun- 



dred wild neighbors ! 



I counted them up the other day and found 

 seventy-five different species. There were thirty- 

 six different kinds of birds, the feathered folk; 

 fourteen kinds of folk in fur ; ten in scales ; ten in 

 bare skins ; and five in shells and I can doubtless 

 find enough others of all these sorts to make a 

 round hundred when I know just who all my wild 

 neighbors are. 



And besides these birds and beasts, here are the 

 white-faced hornets with their wonderful paper 

 house in the apple tree; the black and red ants 

 with their great mound on the hillside ; the wasps 

 with their adobe huts on the rafters in the barn; 

 the spiders with their 

 hunting nets ; the bees 

 at work for me in the 

 hives back near the Folk 



