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FINDING NATURE’S TREASURES 
“I would put my nest up high in a tree where there 
were many leaves,” answered Buddy. 
“That would be a good place,” said Uncle Jack. “Some 
birds do build their nests in just such places. But Mr. 
and Mrs. Bluebird do not. They want a better place. 
They hunt until they find a hole in an old dead stump 
or a fence post. They like a hole which some woodpecker 
made last year with his strong bill. Down in the bottom 
of such a hole the bluebirds make their nest.” 
“Let's see if we can find an old woodpecker's hole,” 
said Marylee. 
“I will find the first one,” said Buddy. Off they ran 
to search for one. 
They hunted for a long time. At last Fred called, 
“Here! Come here! I have found one!” 
He had found a little round hole in a dead tree. 
“Look at the Bluebirds,” said Bess. “They have come 
over here, too, and they are watching us, as if they did 
not want us to look into that hole. Do you think it is 
their nest, Uncle Jack?” 
“It may be,” answered Uncle Jack. “If it is, we must 
be very careful not to hurt the eggs or the babies.” 
“Oh, Fred! Do hurry and see what is in there. We 
can't wait,” cried both girls. Fred climbed up on Buddy's 
back and looked into the hole. Then he jumped down to 
the ground. He was smiling. 
“It is the Bluebirds' nest,” he told them. “The babies 
are all covered with stubby feathers. It is dark in the 
hole, so that I could not see them at first.” 
Then each of the children climbed up and peeped into 
