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Volume XIII JULY. 1920 Number 2 
JACK AND JILL. 
J. B. Pardoe, D. D. S., Bound Brook. New Jersey. 
This combination of white dog and 
black crow made a winning pair of pets 
a little different from the ordinary. Jill, 
the crow, was one of four little black 
beauties taken from their nest when 
unable to fly and presented to me by a 
farmer who shot their mother for, as he 
said, “stealin’ chickens.” 
I built a large cage of chicken wire 
for my black babies. They grew rap- 
idly. I fed them pieces of raw meat 
from the butcher’s and table scraps. 
They required feeding often and had 
good appetites. If not fed on time, their 
constant calls would wake up the en- 
tire neighborhood. 
As they grew older, to see what they 
would do, I let them out of their cage 
occasionally to walk in the garden. One 
crow, Jill, began to show signs of in- 
telligence above the others. She would 
follow me to the house and insist on 
coming in. Finally I decided to give 
away the others and keep only Jill. She 
slept on a little rustic perch that I built 
for her, making it like a bracket with a 
screw eye so that it could be moved 
about from room to room. Jill consid- 
ered this perch a safety 'zone and would 
fly to her roost if she got into mischief 
and was scolded. Once in her young 
life, for tearing up a mounted hawk I 
had in my den, I gave her a slap that 
sent her across the room and a good 
scolding besides. She scolded back, 
cawing loudly, and beat a hasty retreat 
out of the house still scolding. “No 
one can get me up here,” she seemed to 
say, “and I will, like a good female 
crow, have the last word. 
A trick occasionally indulged in was 
to steal a bright silver spoon and fly 
to the outside of the house roof, tucking 
the end of the spoon under an edge of 
one of the shingles. A cache of so- 
called trinkets or playthings was made 
in one of the gutters on the side of the 
housetop. Pieces of glass, dishes, a 
marble, a bright chicken bone, an old 
ferrule from a cane, a spoon, a couple 
of wire nails, a piece of bright tin, a 
nickle, a thimble and a toothbrush were 
among the things stored away by the 
thieving Till. Another playhouse was 
made at the edge of the garden between 
and under two currant bushes. 
Jill became quite a garden expert. 
She was always ready to help me make 
garden and followed me up and down 
the rows, looking very important as she 
walked along peering here and there 
under clods and roots for cutworms and 
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