30 THE NORTHLAND BIRD LIFE 
In a minute Little Red Fox was racing away. 
any one in the world who can box ears 
better than Mother Specks when she gets 
started, she made good work of it. In a 
minute Little Red Fox was racing away 
home, wondering if his head were really 
broken. 
Poor Mother Specks! She hurriedly gath¬ 
ered up all the pieces of her warm winter 
coat that she could find, but they had been 
blown far and wide, and most of them had 
tumbled into the sea and been carried away. 
There were hardly enough left to cover the 
eggs and not nearly enough to keep them 
really warm. 
