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IN BIRD-LAND 



gatepost, although one and another would come 

 to within a few feet of where I was, but a 

 movement sent them away somewhat startled. 



Soon after the Thrushes had gone I was 

 attracted by the loud song of the Wren, and 

 looking in the direction whence it came I saw 



YOUNG MISSEL-THRUSHES. 



seven infant Wrens sitting on a dead branch being 

 fed by their parents, and each time that food was 

 brought, they fluttered their tiny wings and stuck 

 up their little tails in excitement. I tried to get 

 closer to them, but they saw me and at once dived 

 into the hedge and remained still, so that not a 



