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Identifier: newenglandmagazi1900bost (find matches)
Title: The New England magazine
Year: 1887 (1880s)
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Publisher: Boston : (New England Magazine Co.)
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less boy? The artist wished that those whoenjoy shooting could watch theserobins feed their young, so faith-fully and untiringly, for she feltthat they must sympathize withthem and with the longing and de-light of the little ones, and thatthey never again would find pleas-ure in killing or wounding anybird. Before long there was an emptynest, and four happy young birdshad flown away and were busilyseeking their own food and in theirturn helping those who had triedso hard to protect them, by de-vouring large numbers of the verydestructive cutworms, cankerworms,beetles, grasshoppers and caterpillars.Ornithologists say that a young robinin the nest requires a daily supply ofanimal food equivalent to considerablymore than its own weight; and so wecan form some idea of how much goodthese four robins must have done inthe fields and garden before the sum-mer was over. i68 THE ROBINS NEST. our beautiful large nestwith four precious eggsin it was torn downfrom this same corner andthrown to the
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WATCHING. Besides allthis, their humanfriends weremade happier bytheir beauty andtheir song andperhaps whenthe lane growsgreen again withbursting budsand all the beauty of springtime, these fourrobins, fledglings no longer, will buildtheir nests on the fence or among thetrees that shade the old barn studio,and again will be heard their gladrefrain. WHAT THE MOTHER-ROBIN THOUGHT. Yes, I know, said the littlemother-robin, as she laid the first twigin the corner of the fence for the newnest; yes, I remember that last year WAITING. All you say is true, my dear,—thesame cat may come here again, andthe same woman may come. Youknow last year she picked up the nest,and I could see that, although she wassorry for me, she was a little glad too,for she carried off the nest with joyand placed it in her studio. I heardher say that of course we could notuse it any longer and it was of no useto put it back. How troubled wewere, do vou remember? But we flew

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