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broken branch, and ornamented with hanging strips of bark, 

 it looked so like part of the tree that, but for the slight move- 

 ment of her tail, I should never have spied the little mother 

 cuddling down upon her nest. She knew at once I had seen 

 her, and her big bright eye watched me suspiciously, but not 

 another movement did she make until I came quite close to 



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her, then hurriedly she flew off with a little frightened " tchew- 

 tchew." I peeped over the edge of the nest, and saw two apple- 

 green eggs, all spotted with red. No wonder the little bird 

 was dreaming so happily, and no wonder she flew away in such 

 dread at my approach. But she had no need for fear; I would 



