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BY THE WAYSIDE 
walking one day I saw Mr. and Mrs. 
Robin teaching their young one to fly. 
They soon learned to fly and now you 
cannot tell the young ones from the 
father. Florence Williams. 
Birds . 
Right in back of our house is a bluff. 
Every morning the birds come around 
my window and wake me up. 
There is a Cat-bird’s nest in our tree 
and there are three young ones in the 
nest. In the same tree there is a Blue- 
jay’s nest with little Bluejavs in it. One 
day I climbed up and put a little Blue- 
jay in my hand, and the old bird pecked 
me on the head. At the school house 
there is a Tanager and its mate singing 
every day. Louis Greenberg. 
An Oriole's Nest . 
There is an Oriole’s nest in our tree 
It swings back and forth like a little bag. 
As I sit and swing he sings to me. One 
day I went to look at the nest. It was 
gone ! Oh, how sorry I was. The bird 
had been killed, too. Its beautiful golden 
feathers were scattered all over the 
ground. I knew that the cat had killed 
the bird so I whipped her good and she 
never killed another bird since then. 
Agnes. 
Dear Wayside: 
One day when I was swinging in the 
hammock I noticed a Robin picking at 
the strands. I ran in the house and cut 
up some string and put them on the lilac 
bush. I put some more out in the morn¬ 
ing. I put out some string every other 
day. Till one day I looked in the tree, 
and there was a nest with four eggs in it. 
Late in the summer the mother bird 
taught them to fly. Ralph Huntly. 
We Ask You toFeedtheBirds This Winter 
Continued from page 35. 
Lore speaks especially of giving water. 
She fed the birds on her window-sill and 
in cold weather she always gave them a 
cup of hot water, which, she says, thev 
seemed greatly to enjoy. 
We hope some of vou at least will help 
us for we are all working hard for our 
feathered friends in one way or another 
and if you young people would under¬ 
take the feeding of them in winter, vou 
could save a great many of their little 
lives. 
One thing however we especially ask 
of you and that is that you do not begin 
this work and then tire of it, because af¬ 
ter becoming dependent upon your 
bounty they will be less able to forage 
for themselves. 
By the Wayside will be glad to re¬ 
ceive and publish letters about vour ex¬ 
periences with bird-feeding. 
Now is the time to begin. Tie some 
suet to your tree this very day, for the 
cold weather has come. 
A Baby Wren*s Adventure. 
: Continued from page 3t>. 
talking to her mate for some time, proved 
her kind heart by flying off and getting a 
worm, which was greatly appreciated. 
In the meantime the news had spread 
through the whole bird settlement. 
Sparrows and Thrushes and birds of all 
kinds perched upon the tree together 
amiably, all curious to see the lost child, 
and all eager to suggest something. 
Presently there was a great commotion; 
the little mother Wren arrived and with 
a great many glad chirps, claimed her 
child. One could imagine her shrill 
story of his disappearance, and how she 
never closed even one eye all night. 
\\ ith the help of his mother and her 
mate our little bird was taken home, fly¬ 
ing from tree to tree and taking long 
o o 
rests. 
Perhaps it cured him of being naughtv, 
but my opinion is that he enjoyed every 
moment of it and felt very heroic. 
