Bird lore - Project Puffin

The Audubon Societies 197
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The following may interest some Bird-Lore readers. It is about Robins.
Friday morning, June 12, about eight o'clock, I was walking down my yard and
I noticed a Robin tugging at a worm. I watched it for about five minutes. It
would try for the worm then stop and look around, then pick at something
else. After a few minutes it got the worm and flew to a nearby fence. Then it
walked along the fence looking around several times until it got within five or
six feet of me. It then flew to the ground, walked over with the worm to where
it had been at first, and looked at the thing which it was biting at, and then
flew off. After it was gone I went to see what it was that it was looking so queer
at and it was a dor bug (?).
Sunday, June 14, when I was coming home from church I heard a queer
sound and I saw two Purple Crackles being chased by a Robin and they
suddenly lit on an electric wire. One of the Crackles had a worm in its mouth
that it had stolen from the Robin. When the Robin came and lit on the wire
the Crackles flew off and the Robin just watched them.
ton, Medford, Mass.
—
Frank B. Welling-
[The actions of all birds are interesting, none more so than those of our common
birds. The Robin is a good bird on which to practise continued observation. Its notes,
plumage, feeding-habits, nesting-habits, and actions are sufliciently varied to furnish
instruction even to experienced students. On the morning of April 6 the writer saw a
Blue Jay uttering sweet notes suggestive of the Catbird.—A. H. W.]
THE BLUE JAY
Oh Blue Jay up in the maple tree
Will you sing a song for me?
Oh you pretty little Blue Jay,
That comes in the month of May.
Oh Blue Jay so loving and true,
With your own sweet color of blue;
For you have the sweetest breast.
And four little eggs in your cozy nest.
Oh come and sing a song for me
Bright Blue Jay in the maple tree.
—Margaret Ward (Age 9 years), Grand Rapids, Mich.
THE WAY BIRDS BUILD THEIR NESTS
One day as I was on the piazza I saw a bit of straw in the corner of the roof
of the porch. I looked and looked until I saw a Robin come. It is a beautiful
bird. Its crimson breast is magnificent. It is a graceful bird. It was bringing
bits of straw, mud, hair, and feathers.