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Fig. 113. Her eyes snap as they ivatch your every mave. 

 a sound from her until she leaves the nest, — then heirare. 



Not 



such as no other bird is capable of giving. The Mocking- 

 bird has a clearer, sweeter and more lengthy song but it can- 

 not compare with that of the Catbird in its variety of notes, 

 musical and otherwise, or the absolute indifference to rhyme, 

 rhythm or reason with which it is delivered. The song can- 

 not be written or even adequately described for it is never 

 twice alike and seems to be made up on the spur of the 

 moment. 



