the young come in 

 April the large opening 

 is stuffed with shredded 

 chestnut bark, leaving 

 barely room enough 

 for the parents to 

 squeeze through. The 

 sharpest-eyed hawk 

 awing would never 

 dream of waiting out- 

 side that insignificant 

 door for a meal of 

 squirrel. 



But such precau- 

 tions are not always 

 proof against boys. I 

 robbed that home one 

 spring of its entire 

 batch of babies (no 

 one with any love of 

 wild things could resist 

 the temptation to kid- 

 nap young flying-squirrels), and tried, 

 to bring them up in domestic ways. 

 But somehow I never succeeded with 

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