The Bay of the Band 
and cats had overlooked it no one can say, nor how 
many skunks and snakes and squirrels. The accident 
that discovered it to me happened apparently to no 
one else, and I was friendly. 
Cutting a tiny window in the bark just above the 
eggs, I looked in upon the little people every day. 
I watched them grow and fill the cavity and hang 
over at the top. I was there the day they forced my 
window open, the day when there was no more room 
at the top, and when, at the call of their parents, one 
after another of this largest and sweetest of bird 
families found his wings and flew away through the 
woods. 
