softly as cuckoos, searchiug apparently for grubs, 

 yet keeping all the time to the one spot, not 

 leaving for a moment to hunt among other 

 trees. Round and round the same limbs they 

 went, without once screaming or uttering so 

 much as a word of that sweet, confiding talk 

 which one hears when he spies on a pair of 

 lovers or a newly wedded couple of these birds. 

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