NEW THOUGHTS ABOUT NESTS 



UR sense of smell is not so keen 

 as that of a dog, who can de- 

 tect the tiny quail while they are still invisible; nor have 

 we the piercing sight of the eagle who spies the grouse 

 crouching hundreds of feet beneath his circling flight; 

 but when we walk through the bare December woods 

 there is unfolded at last to our eyes evidence of the late 

 presence of our summer's feathered friends air castles 

 and tree castles of varied patterns and delicate work- 

 manship. 



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