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and they forthwith use every wile, every stratagem in their power, 

 to entice the tame birds back to their ranks. 



Often in summer when I arrive early at the Park I surprise a 

 company of them "having it out" — the tame bird surrounded 

 by a ring of his fellows, all talking at once, and giving him no 

 chance for argument. But they have their trouble for their pains, 

 for his is a life of unnumbered daily meals, not to mention the 

 opportunities for stealing and hoarding sundry keys, knives, and 

 other bright plunder — the occupation dearest to a corvine heart. 



