ILLUSTRATIONS 



Six ducks swung over my head in the rosy dusk 



Frontispiece 



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That blood-curdling screech was one of triumph 



over the sudden death of a rabbit 4 



He sets his cotton-tail white flag at half mast from 

 fear, and goes whooping through the brush in 

 a frenzy 44 



There was a clamor of blue jays as the hour grew 

 late 168 



The air was vivid with friendly staccato calls . . 192 



The wings arch in similar curves and lift him seem- 

 ingly a rod in air 254 



Her bill pointed skyward in the trustful, prayerful 



attitude of all birds on the nest 278 



