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had entertained me so well that I did not 

 even suspect them of nest-building. 



As the afternoon wore away and the sun 

 dropped into the pine tops, the chickadees 

 grew hungry and left their work until the 

 morrow. They were twittering among the 

 young birch buds when I left them, sharing 

 their best finds generously and calling softly 

 to each other lest they stray too far apart 

 while hunting their supper. 



