BY THE WAYSIDE 
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! prairie chicken had no shelter except 
ravines, yet wintered well on wild 
grass seed and weed seed; but our do- 
I mestic chickens could not survive 
more than a week under such condi¬ 
tions. The wolf is a wild dog, but can 
go longer without food or sleep and 
rest than any domesticated variety, 
and can not b run down by a well fed 
dog of the chase. 
It 1 were to have the care of a large 
game preserve or bird reservation, 1 
should not try to change any of the 
natural ways of the wild. Can you see 
the difference in wisdom between the 
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domestic geese, ducks, chickens, and 
city sparrows and all the wild birds of 
;; forest and field? 1 can. 
Hart, Mich., May 31. 
Editor of By the Wayside; 
Dear Sir:—I have been trying to get 
some stories from the school children for 
the “Wayside” and have at last suc- 
ceeded so am sending you some Fourth 
Grade efforts, and hope you ’ll find some 
of them wo.rtli printing. 
All the children here in our schools 
throughout the county are much inter¬ 
ested and the 5th, 6th and 7th grades 
have from 35 to 50 birds on their rec¬ 
ords for this year. 
I have given about 40 talks on bird 
protection at schools, clubs, granger, etc. 
since last Oct. and I’m glad to notice 
that the sentiment against bird killing 
is growing much stronger each season 
and I find the farmers are even finding 
| some good in the hawks, owls, and crows. 
Sincerely Yours, 
Edith C. Munger. 
A Story of a Spring Day. 
One time when I was four years old 
1 went out doo,rs; how sweetly the little 
birds were singing. And everywhere I 
went the birds would surely be singing. 
They sang so sweetly that I thought I 
would sing for them too so I sang and 
sang. 
Latter I stopped singing and went 
into the house to get a cookie, then I 
came out again and broke it into real 
fine pieces. Then 1 took it and put it 
into a little saucer with some milk. I 
put it in a little maple tree and pretty 
soon a papa robin came and took it in 
bis bill to his wife and three children 
in the maple tree where his home was. 
Elsie M. Brandel, 
Hart, Mich., R. No. 2. 
4th Grade Ha,rt, Mich. 
Age 10 yrs. 
A Little Wren. 
Once a little wren and his mate were 
in our old tree, and the father wanted 
her to build in my bird house. She 
did not want to, but at last she did, be¬ 
cause he coaxed her so much. The way 
he coaxed her was to fly in and out 
until lie finally coaxed her in. 
One day mama said, “I believe the 
little wrens are hatched out, I hear 
them,” And we heard them. 
One day the mama w,ren was under 
our hose taking a bath and I saw her 
and she saw me and she flew away. I 
put some bread out, but she hasn’t come 
back this year. 
Wilma M. Reynolds, 
4th Grade Hart, Mich. 
Age 9 yrs. 
