NESTLINGS OF FOREST AND MARSH 
hidden in the neighborhood, for a mournful 
‘‘ Feed me ! Feed me ! ” came from the tree 
as we drove under it in leaving. 
The nest, which was taken later, was 
badly smashed at the side, as if some larger 
bird, possibly a jay, had meddled with it, 
and the lining was entirely out of it, expos- 
ing the bare branches to view in the bottom. 
I wondered by what heroism that tiny father 
had defended and saved one nestling from 
the fate that had overtaken the mother and 
the others. 
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