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OUR HOME BIRDS. 
almost any hole, corner, or crevice about the house, 
barn, or stable will answer their purpose. Nothing 
comes amiss to them ; and once in the month of 
June a mower hung up his coat under a shed near 
a barn, and left it there for two or three days; 
when he came to put it on again he found one of 
the sleeves filled with some rubbish. On turning 
it out he found it to be the nest of a wren, com- 
pletely finished and lined with feathers! As the 
man went off with his coat, the two little birds who 
had been thus unceremoniously turned out of house 
and home hovered about him for some distance with 
furious scoldings. Another person hung his vest on 
the limb of a small tree, and while he was at work 
in the field a pair of wrens very coolly began to 
build in his vest-pocket, probably thinking it a nice 
retired spot for a nursery. In the course of a few 
hours the pocket was well filled with sticks and 
other building materials, and the work began to 
look quite like a nest; but I am sorry to say that 
the owner of the vest did not quite agree with the 
little builders as to the eligibility of the site they 
had chosen.” 
“ I suppose they were turned out too,” said Clara, 
discontentedly. “ What a shame !” 
“It would look nice — wouldn't it?” — asked Mal- 
colm, “ to see a man going round with a lot of little 
