JOSEPH DOES TRANSPLANTING 47 
wall. Indeed, I was thinking about many things 
when I noticed that one of the bluebirds that had 
perhaps been watching my movements flew into the 
house with a worm in his mouth. 
“It is the male bird,” I thought, “taking food 
to his mate. The nest must be finished. Perhaps 
she has laid an egg and is now snuggling it under 
her wing.” Shortly the male bird flew out of the 
house and darted away. I remained quite still, 
and, in about three minutes, he returned with an- 
other morsel in his mouth. Then I felt convinced 
that at least one egg had been laid, and that the lit- 
tle wife was having her evening meal. 
