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whenever she came down for a lunch, he saw her instantly, and was ready for a frolic.he dropped to the grass near her, and they usually indulged in a lively romp, chasing each other over and through the trees, across the yard, around the garden, and back to the lawn, where she went on with her eating, and he resumed his singing.while i was watching the pinetree household, the other nest, in the top of a low, flattopped cedar, perhaps twentyfive feet high, and profusely fringed with spanish moss, became of even more interest.i could not see into the nest, for there was no building high enough to overlook it, but i could see the bird when he stood upon the edge.sitting, in a warm climate, is not particularly close work.although the weather was cool, yet when the sun was out the sitter left her nest from six to eight minutes at a time, and as often as once in twenty minutes.of course in rain she had not so much liberty, and on some days left only when her mate was ready to take her place, which he frequently did.on the ninth day of my watching (i had not seen the beginning of the sitting), the 3d of may, i found work was over and the youngsters were out.there was much excitement in the cedartree, but in a quiet way; in fact, the birds became so silent and so wary in approaching the nest that it required the closest watching to see them go or come, and only occasionally could i detect any food in the beak.i discovered very soon that mockingbird babies are brought up on hygienic principles, and have their meals with great regularity.for some time both parents were exceedingly busy, going and coming almost constantly; then there came a rest of a half hour or more, during which no food was brought.each bird had its own way of coming to the tree.madam came over the roof of the cottage where i sat, and was exposed to view for only a few feet, over which she passed so quickly and silently that i had to be constantly on the alert to see her at all.the singer had another way, and by rising behind a hickorytree beyond the cedar managed to keep a screen of branches between him and myself nearly every foot of the way.i could see them both almost every time, but i could not always tell whether they carried food.now the bluebird, honest soul, always stops in plain sight to rest, with his mouth full of dainties for his young brood, and a robin will stand staring at one for two minutes with three or four wriggling worms in his beak.it is quite a different affair in the mockingbird family, as is certainly natural, after the persecution it has endured.no special fear of me was the cause,it is a marked peculiarity of the bird; and i think, with a little study, one could learn to know exactly the moment the eggs hatch by the sudden silence and wariness of both birds.poor little creatures! a sympathetic friend hates to add to the anxiety they suffer, and he cannot help a feeling of reproach when the brave little head of the family alights on the fence, and looks him straight in the eye, as if to demand why he is subjected to all this annoyance.i had to console myself by thinking that i was undoubtedly a providence to him; for i am certain that nothing but my watching him so conspicuously that every negro within a mile saw me, saved his family to him, so low and easy of access was the nest.the day those nestlings were one week old they uttered their first cry.it was not at all a peep, but a cry, continued a few seconds; at first only when food was offered to them, but as they increased in age and strength more frequently.it was much like a highpitched [=e][=e][=e], and on the first day there was but one voice, which grew rapidly stronger as the hours went by.the next day another and a weaker cry joined the first, now grown assured and strong.but the music of the father was hushed the moment the youngsters began; from that time until they had left the nest, he sang not a note in my hearing.perhaps he was too busy, though he never seemed to work so hard as the robin or oriole; but i think it was cautiousness, for the trouble of those parents was painful to witness.they introduced a new sound among their musical notes, a harsh squawk; neither dog nor negro could cross the yard without being saluted with it.as for me, though i was meekness itself, taking the most obscure position i could find, and remaining as absolutely motionless as possible, they eyed me with suspicion; from the first they huffed at me, and at this point began to squawk the moment i entered the gate.on one occasion i discovered that by changing my seat i could actually see the nest, which i much desired; so i removed while the birds were absent.madam was the first to return, with a beakful of food; she saw me instantly, and was too much excited to dispose of her load.she came to my side of her tree, squawked loudly, flapping her wings and jerking herself about.i remained motionless and did not look at her, pretending to be absorbed in my book; but she refused to be mollified.it evidently did not please her to have me see so plainly; she desired to retain the friendly screen of leaves which had secured her a small measure of privacy.i could not blame her; i felt myself intrusive; and at last i respected her wishes and returned to my old place, when she immediately calmed down and administered the food she had held till then.poor mother! those were trying times.her solicitude overpowered her discretion, and her manner proclaimed to every one within hearing that the nestlings were out.then, too, on the eighth day the little ones added their voices, and soon called loudly enough to attract the dullest of nestrobbers.i was so fearful lest that nest should be disturbed that i scarcely dared to sleep o nights; the birds themselves were hardly more anxious than i was.the eleventh day of the birdlings life was exceedingly warm, without a breath of air stirring, suffocating to humanity, but preëminently inspiring to mockingbirds, and every singer within a mile of me, i am sure, was singing madly, excepting the newly made parent.upon reaching my usual seat i knew at once, by the louder cry, that a young bird was out of the nest, and after some searching through the tree i found him,a yellowishdrab little fellow, with very decided wingmarkings, a tail perhaps an inch in length, and soft slatecolored spots, so long as almost to be streaks, on the breast.he was scrambling about the branches, always trying to get a higher place, calling and perking his insignificant tail in true mockingbird fashion.i think the parents disapproved this early ambition, for they did not feed him for a long time, though they passed him to go to the nest.so far from being lightened, their cares were greatly increased by the precociousness of the youngster, and from this moment their trouble and worry were grievous to see.so much selfreliance has the mockingbird, even in the nest, that he cannot be kept there until his legs are strong enough to bear his weight, or his wings ready to fly.the fullgrown spirit of the race blossoms out in the young one at eleven days, and for several more he is exposed to so many dangers that i wonder there is one left in the state.the parents, one after the other, came down on to a bush near my seat to remonstrate with me; and i must admit that so great was my sympathy, and so uncomfortable did i feel at adding in the least to their anxiety, that i should never have seen that young family fledged, only that i knew perfectly well what they did not, that i was a protection to them.i tried to reassure the mother by addressing her in her own language (as it were), and she turned quickly, looked, listened, and returned to her tree, quieted.this sound is a low whistling through the teeth, which readily soothes cage birds.it interests and calms them, though i have no notion what it means to them, for i am speaking an unknown tongue.the baby on the tree was not quiet, climbing about the branches every moment that he was not engaged in dressing his feathers, the first and most important business of the newly emancipated nestling


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