A JOLLY OLD CROW 



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long distance. A black old rascal of a crow 

 sat on the top of a high tree in the little wood, 

 and watched when one of them would go to 

 her nest. As soon as she left, he immediately 

 made a dinner of the egg. For a time the 

 Naturalist was inclined to get angry and to 

 shoot the old crow (in case he should get a 

 chance). After a time he became ashamed of 

 the idea that he should find it necessary to go 

 gunning for any wild creature that lived in 

 the little wood, and decided that if he could 

 not have turkeys without such a performance, 

 he would sell the turkeys, so sell them he 

 did. 



He was not the only one who had turkeys, 

 however, and the black old bird and others of 

 his kind, ate most of the turkey eggs in the 

 whole neighborhood. At one time the old 

 scamp found 

 that the Natu- 

 ralist had a 

 nice flock of 

 baby chicks, 

 and took to 

 dining on 

 them. He con- 

 ferred similar 



Crow's egg, life size. 



