IDYLLS OF BIRD LIFE 
the morning songs of hundreds of feathered creatures. Several 
rabbits were gamboling among the ragweed patches and squir¬ 
rels barked from the branches of towering oaks. By the time 
the sun had climbed above the hill, and its rich, warm rays pro- 
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claimed-^other June day of unmatched splendor, I had to 
leave this place and hurry to my toil in the city. How I envy 
tBlKcbuntry-bred boy, brought up among these beautiful sur¬ 
roundings, scarcely appreciating the wonders spread out all 
about him. His, is the chance of studying Nature in her every 
:>od and whim. 
0 A few weeks later I passed through the woods and was in 
ijtHh act of climbing an old rail fence when a shrill “wee-tee!” 
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greeted my ears from the vicinitv of the nest. I knew from this 
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caJJ that the eggs had hatched, for this was the mother’s note 
of warning to her young. 
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Carefully crossing the fence, I screened behind some tall 
- 1 weeds and awaited developments. In about ten minutes I saw 
9.-“ the female^ Bob White come strutting along in and out amon[ 
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he weeds, followed by sixteen little chicks, in appearance not'c^ 
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mHke a brood of young chickens. They had dark bro\yi 
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freaked heads, the bodies being a lighter brown. One little 
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3W still had half his shell ^attached to hisTack.-but while I 
