NESTLINGS OF FOREST AND MARSH 
In photographing, also, we had much more 
trouble with her than with either of the 
others. She would not sit for a picture. 
She would turn her back to the camera, or 
would fly away just as it was ready for the 
snap. She awakened first in the morning, 
and called loudest for food. At last, being 
about to leave the vicinity, and not caring to 
take the nestlings with us, we tried the ex- 
periment of again opening the hole and 
replacing the two in the nest. Scarcely was 
the small piece that had been removed put 
back in place when the mother bird flew 
down and looked in at the door. “ Dear, 
dear ! ” she seemed to say, here are the 
lost babies, half starved ! Hurry, hurry, 
to feed them ! ” and away she went after 
bugs and beetles. The father at once took 
her place, looked in also, uttered a bluebird 
exclamation of astonishment, and swiftly 
flew away for food in his turn. For half an 
hour one or the other parent was at the nest- 
hole constantly with nourishment for the 
returned nestlings. The lost were found, 
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