bonnet with its buffy trimmings, came so near that they — 
knew she was in distress and needed help. She seemed to 
have even more trouble than usual to see beyond her big 
nose, and she twisted her heavy bill from one side to another 
as she peered down into the long clover. — 
As usual, Edward was the first to discover the cause 
of a bird’s wretchedness; and, in a moment, up came his 
hand, to which clung a chunky, awkward, messy image of 
mother grosbeak. Perfectly satisfied, it sat upon its unusual 
perch, and blinked around at its audience, while cameras 
were focussed amid delighted cries. His pictures taken, 
the youngster was placed upon the roof of a low shed, 
although his toes had to be pushed from | the ites finger 
which they were clutching. - | 
| His mother was by his side in a ‘ace with a “ped 
- mulberry which she poked into his. yawning mouth. When 
she left him for an instant, to get to the bird table, down 
came both wrens to find out what was the matter with the 
baby, but its mother obj ected to their attentions and drove 
them away, when she came back with a bread crumb, which 
she showed to her darling just beyond his reach. . 
As he flapped toward her she moved and he followed 
= 10 the edge of the roof where he cried in dismay. The food 
he wanted could be seen, but he had to take a terrible plunge 
to get it. His wings trembled; he mewed and pleaded; but 
bird obedience at flitting time must be absolute, and down 
he tumbled, receiving his reward, although he had landed 
in tall grass, from which Edward again rescued’ him and 
helped the anxious parents by carrying him to the lilac 
jungle. Father Grosbeak’s gayer cinnamon, brown, black, 
white and lemon-yellow colors were then enjoyed by all as 
he came to his family, collecting weed seeds or flying back 
and forth with scraps of brees to ne stuff the rescued 
infant. 
Its wants satiafied, he flew iete a wide-spreading oak 
tree and sang his evening hymn. His swinging, rhythmic 
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