CROW-WAYS 



iiHE crow is very much of a rascal 

 — that is, if any creature can be 

 called a rascal for following out 

 natural and rascally inclinations. 

 I came to this conclusion one 

 early morning, several years ago, as I watched 

 an old crow diligently exploring a fringe of 

 bushes that grew along the wall of a deserted 

 pasture. He had eaten a clutch of thrush's 

 eggs, and carried off three young spar- 

 rows to feed his own young, before I 

 found out what he was about. Since then 

 I have surprised him often at the same 

 depredations. 



An old farmer has assured me that he has 

 also caught him tormenting his sheep, light- 

 ing on their backs and pulling the wool out 

 by the roots, to get fleece for lining his nest. 

 This is a much more serious charge than 



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