THE HOUSE THAT FELL 
was on the alert, leaning far out the door- 
way and shaking a figurative fist at him. 
The next day he fought shy of the tree, 
but the second day he had apparently for- 
gotten his fright, or else he alighted there 
in sheer bravado. Instantly Madam drove 
him away ; but the moment her back was 
turned he was there again, alighting behind 
her. This was kept up at intervals all day. 
The next day he spent on a maple quite 
near, watching his chance. The very mo- 
ment both red-heads flew away he was on 
their tree, taking full charge as before, and 
much excited over the proximity of the cat. 
Finally, after spending three-fourths of their 
time in driving him away, the sensible wood- 
peckers decided to ignore him, and he was 
thereafter on guard as long as the tree re- 
mained standing. 
There were always either eggs or young 
in the red-head’s nest from May 15 to July 
31 each year. Often there were fresh-laid 
eggs, newly hatched babies, and nestlings 
ready to fly, in the nest at once. This kept 
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