Three Tragical Bird-Romances 



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mostly upon and within it, patting with her 

 feet, pulling and pushing with her beak, and 

 molding the form to the eager breast, with every 

 appearance of fond enjoyment, but progress 

 was slow. At last the task was finished, and I 

 was looking forward to the opportunity for 

 convenient and minute study of her method of 

 rearing her young, when she suddenly ceased 

 to flutter about the gable or perch confid- 

 ingly on the clothes-lines ; and I never saw her 

 again. 



June 81. Robins have been making a home 

 for some days past, not far from the busy 

 phoebes, in the top of a maple close by the 

 corner of the kitchen porch. A branch of an 

 adjacent poplar runs through the maple-crotch 

 in which the nest rested, and hence through the 

 nest itself, which is thus bound to the limbs of 

 two separate trees. This will make trouble the 

 first time the wind blows. 



June 22. I have been keeping an eye for 

 some time on a nest full of young worm-eating 

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