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peckers and The Bird Book, by Fanny Hardy Eckstorm. The Tongues of Birds, and 

 The Tongues of Woodpeckers, by F. A. Lucas. Handbuch der Biologie der Wirbeltiere, 

 pp. 486-514, by Hilzheimer, M. 



FROM ADULT OBSERVERS 



"Buzz Fuzz" 



Dear little "Buzz Fuzz!" He looked just like a little ball of white cotton 

 the day we found him on the ground under the big oak tree. Father said, 

 "Oh! look at that poor little chicken," but when I picked him up in my hand 

 I saw that it was an Owl. And such an Owl as he proved to be! He had fallen 

 out of the nest, and there was no possible way for his poor father and mother 

 to get him back into it; or for me either, for the nest was too high, and I was 

 afraid to have any boy go out on the limb for fear it would break with him. 

 So I lined a little strawberry basket with soft cloth and put him in it, and for 

 all he knew it was his soft, warm nest in the hole in the big oak, because he 

 was not old enough to have his eyes open as yet. Every night I would run 

 the little basket up in the poinciana tree in front of the cottage, and his father 

 and mother would stuff him with bugs and different kinds of flies that they 

 caught in the air. After his little stomach was well filled, I would take him 

 down and bring him into the house, for fear a cat might go up in the poin- 

 ciana tree and eat him. If he got hungry through the day I gave him bread 

 and milk, of which he seemed to be very fond. After a while little feathers 

 commenced to cover him, his eyes came open, and he began to look quite 

 like a little owl. He would try to get out of his basket when I put it up in the 

 tree, so I had to make him a new house. I took a shredded-wheat box and 

 cut a little hole just large enough for him to look out of, and for his father 

 and mother to feed him through. This I put in a little wooden box, with the 

 brass from an old wash-board tacked over the top for a roof, to keep out the 

 rain. I ran him up in the oak tree among the nice cool leaves of the wild fig 

 that grows in the lower limbs of the oak, and he staid there quite contentedly 

 for a time. We would see his father and mother sitting in the edge of the hole 

 high up on the oak limb. They got quite ugly after a time and would fly down 

 and bite anyone coming through the front gate to the house. As Buzz Fuzz 

 was thriving very well on bread and milk, eggs, rice, grasshoppers, flies, etc., 

 we did not put him out in the tree any more. The other baby Owl in the nest 

 was getting large enough to fly, so one night they took him and flew away, 

 and we did not see anything more of them for quite a while. 



Buzz Fuzz seemed very happy. He got to be more of a day bird than a 

 night bird. He would play around the screened veranda all day and sleep 

 nights. We had a little shelf and perch put high up in the corner of the ver- 

 anda for him, and also his little house made of the shredded-wheat box. He 

 always liked that, and would go in there if he wished to sleep in the daytime. 



