Chuck was flying around the room the day we called, 
from his own nest, or the top of the door, or his cage to the © 
canary’s cage (whose owner he hates), or down to the table, © 
or to the mirror, where he scolded his image. The owners 
said that sometimes he sits by the window where he talks _ 
with the visiting bluebirds or robins, and sometimes he 
follows them away for a few hours, but he always comes © 
back when he gets hungry. He can feed himself, but he pre- | 
fers the egg yolk, bits of cottage cheese or liver from rie 
end of the tweezers, and he especially likes cut-up grapes. _ 
Chuck loves to cuddle down in his lady’s hand, and he 
_ will scold and snap at the man of the house when he points _ 
his finger at him, or comes too near the lady. If this lady - 
— is sewing he will drop into her lap, fluttering his wings as he 
- makes a kind ot a nest of the sewing, in which he takes a 
nap. 
Angle worms are ae in the sand of his‘ cage and he 
sometimes amuses himself by pulling them out and laying — 
them around the edge of his cage, but if one starts to crawl 
away he pulls it back. He will not sleep in his cage, liking 
better an imitation nest of woolen cloth, made like a big rose 
with one petal, which is fastened on the front of anold straw | 
hat and hung on the wall. Each night when he gets sleepy 
he will fly to this nest, pulling its edges up about him and 
f then he drops down to quiet dreams. 
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