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drops from my finger. After we had had him about two weeks he began to 

 pick up food for himself though he still liked to have us feed him. 



Just about this time my neighbor came running over with another baby 

 Robin, which she had taken right out of the mouth of that same cat, and wanted 

 to know if I would adopt it. This one was older than Bobby was when we got 

 him, and was so frightened that he would not eat. I worked over him for a 

 couple of hours but he would not open his mouth. At last, I tried to open it, 

 thinking if I could only get one worm in he would eat. That frightened him 



BOBBY FEEDING THE LITTLE BIRD 



so he fainted away, so I gave up and put him in the cage with Bobby as soon 

 as he became conscious. 



Bobby was inclined to peck him at first, but by night had grown quite 

 friendly toward him. The next morning Bobby didn't eat well. He kept tak- 

 ing food in his mouth but did not swallow it. I was occupied so could not wait 

 to see what evidently happened. But from the sounds that came from the 

 porch Bobby was feeding the little one. 



