NESTLINGS OF FOREST AND MARSH 
warbler’s nest to leave it unguarded. ' As if 
they knew their deeds were evil^ their every 
look and act told of knavery, quite different 
from their usual gallant bearing. That night 
I came upon them sleeping in a bunch in the 
same tree, and felt certain that with the 
morning light there would be four less baby 
yellow-birds in the world. And so it is, 
that while I can almost hate the jays for 
their faults, I entirely love them for their 
beautiful coloring and their one virtue of 
family love. How much better are we than 
they ? Or, rather, are we not much worse, 
since we kill for love of killing ? Too often 
we have not even the blue jay’s one virtue 
of loyalty to our own. 
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