RESTING TIME OF THE BIRDS 



it. Their action was simply hoodlum- 

 ism of the lowest and most despicable 

 kind. 



This was bad enough, yet it was merely 

 petty annoyance compared to the deed 

 without a name of which they were later 

 to be guilty. The two young birds in 

 the bluebird box were more than half 

 grown. The blue was beginning to show 

 in their wings along with the white of 

 the conspicuous, growing quills, and the 

 fuscous margin was already touching the 

 breast feathers. The old birds, working 

 with tremendous energy to feed these 

 hearty youngsters, were both busy and 

 often away from the nest together. 



At one such time the English spar- 

 rows descended upon this nest, entered, 

 drove the young birds out to die upon 

 the ground, unnoticed in the long grass, 

 and started to take full possession. The 

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