A SUMMER WITH THE RED-TAILS 



AFTER A SEASON OF EXEMPLARY BEHAVIOR 



THEY NEARLY BRING THEMSELVES TO 



THE GALLOWS 



IT was a cold, bright day in early March 

 when Mr. and Mrs. Red-tail arrived. 

 Patches of snow covered the ground and food 

 was scarce. Wearied and hungry from their 

 long journey, they made their first meal from a 

 hen which had died and been carried to the 

 open field because the ground was frozen too 

 hard to permit the 

 digging of a hole 

 in which to bury 

 it. The Natural- 

 ist, always on the 

 watch, was the 

 first to observe 

 their arrival. He 

 was observing 

 them as they dined 

 on the dead hen, 



The Naturalist was the first to observe their arrival 



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