when a crow is angry. If I wait now, I am 

 pretty certain to see the whole elect company 

 drumming a red-tailed hawk or a blundering 

 barred owl out of the neighborhood. 



They are an exclusive lot, these corbies, and 

 highly sociable. As far as I can make out, how- 

 ever, they flock for the mere pleasure of it— 

 for the noise, the push, and the gossip of a crowd. 

 They are neighborly, but hardly shov real 

 friendship. 



It is somewhat different with the swallows 

 and with many of the migrants. The same 

 friendly class feelings draw the swallows together 

 as draw the crows. A swallow is a swallow. But 

 migrating swallows are often not all of one 

 feather. I have seen barn, bank, and tree 

 swallows together, and with them, in one mov' 

 ing flock, king-birds, martins, swifts, and chip- 

 pies. All of these, in a general way, were of the 

 same mind, liking and disliking the same things. 

 But, what was far more, at these migration-times 

 they were all of the same purpose : all going a 

 journey, a journey full of hardships and plea- 

 sures, common alike to every one upon the road. 



In traveling this long unguarded highway 

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