28 
THE NORTHLAND BIRD LIFE 
“Some of his folks are,” replied Mrs. 
Specks mildly, “but he is young. Let’s not 
judge him too harshly.” 
When Little Red Fox discovered that 
wonderful downy nest, he was delighted. 
Never before had he seen anything that 
looked so comfortable. He was tired, and 
here was the very place for a good rest. 
Ah-ha! when he touched the nest with the 
tip of his toe, how warm it felt! What a 
wonderful find it was. If he had not been 
so tired he might have smelled the eggs at 
once and got himself into trouble; but as it 
was, he just curled up in the nest in a little 
ball and in second was fast asleep. 
Mrs. Specks and Miss Swan had been 
watching him closely all this time. 
If I were you, I should go right up there 
and make him leave,” declared Miss Swan 
decidedly. 
Oh, I think that is hardly necessary,” 
said Mother Specks cheerfully. “He won’t 
do any harm, he’s such a little fellow; and 
besides,” she added, “if he keeps the eggs 
