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does that sometimes. " But why did one 

 bird stay on the rail? Perhaps" — Well, 

 I would look and see. C^'geegee-Mhsh 



I left my stump and began to examine 

 the posts of the old fence carefully. Chicka- 

 dee's nest was there somewhere. In the 

 second post on the left I found it, a tiny 

 knot-hole, which Chickadee had hollowed 

 out deep and lined with rabbit fur. It was 

 well hidden by the vines that almost covered 

 the old post, and gray moss grew all about 

 the entrance. A prettier nest I never found. 



I went back to the pines and sat where I 

 could just see Ch'geegee's doorway. No 

 other birds interested me now till the chick- 

 adees came back. They were soon there, 

 hopping about on the rail as before, with just 

 a wee note of surprise in their soft twitter 

 that I had changed my position. This time 

 I was not to be deceived by a gymnastic per- 

 formance, however interesting. I kept my 

 eyes fastened on the nest. The male was 

 going through with his most difficult feats, 

 doing his best to engage my attention, when 

 I saw his mate glide suddenly from behind 



