MR. CHUPES AND MISS JENNY 



which I leaned. As soon as he saw that 

 I was the birds' defender, he flew to a 

 neighboring stump, from which he gazed 

 ruefully on his coveted prey. Our poor 

 little birds were too terrified to remain out 

 doors that day, so I carried them to the 

 house, where they gradually quieted down. 

 After this incident they were more than 

 ever averse to remaining alone, running 

 and flying after me when we were out, if I 

 made any attempt to go to the house. I 

 learned a lesson from this narrow escape, 

 and never again left them in an open place 

 without being on the alert for enemies. 



Yet even with all my precautions, 

 Chupes had the following nearly fatal en- 

 counter with a hawk during our summer in 

 the Catskills: 



Both my birds were playing very near 

 me around the hill-top tree under which I 

 sat, when all at once the great enemy came 



