WILD PASTURES 



When I say yegg I mean English 

 sparrow, and if I could think of a 

 worse name, equally descriptive of him, 

 I would give it. This is the story of the 

 foul deed, only one of many, no doubt, 

 perpetrated by this cowardly crew. In 

 late March I put out in my garden three 

 bird boxes such as bluebirds love to 

 inhabit. These were immediately in- 

 spected by the neighborhood flock of 

 English sparrows, just beginning to pair 

 off, and finally decided upon as unde- 

 sirable, perhaps because I had inten- 

 tionally placed no perch before the 

 door. 



The English sparrow will build his 

 nest in any impossible place to which he 

 takes a fancy, but he greatly prefers, in 

 choosing a new site, one that has a con- 

 venient perch close by the entrance. So 

 these undesirable citizens decided that 

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