72 The Story of Scr aggies 



jumps into it, and as I lift her up and place 

 her in my left hand she nestles down into it 

 as if it were a nest, curves her head under her 

 wing, and goes to sleep. If my ringers are 

 not comfortable to her, she picks at them 

 sometimes very vigorously until I put 

 them as she desires. 



The other evening I determined I would 

 not let her go to sleep in my hand, so I 

 made her a cosy nest in the drawer immedi- 

 ately under my right arm. I coaxed her into 

 this by putting two of my fingers into it, upon 

 which she immediately squatted. But some- 

 thing was lacking in the new roosting place 

 or nest. Two fingers were not enough, and 

 for nearly half an hour my daughter and I 

 watched her as she pecked at my fingers and 

 thumb above, seeking to pull them down 

 under her so that she would have a " full 

 hand " to nest on. At length she decided to 

 take the two fingers, so long as with finger 

 and thumb I rubbed her head. Soon her 

 little head swung under her wing, and as soon 

 as she was asleep I withdrew the two under 



