BIRD STORIES
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CONTENTS:I. Chick, D.D.II. The Five Worlds of LarieIII. Peter PiperIV. Gavia of Immer LakeV. Eve and PetroVI. Uncle SamVII. CorbieVIII. Ardea's SoldierIX. The Flying ClownX. The Lost DoveXI. Little Solomon OtusXII. Bob, the Vagabond Notes:ConservationNotes to the StoriesBook List ILLUSTRATIONS: Chick, D.D. in his pulpit FrontispieceFirs that pointed to the sky "Woodland Music after an Ice-Storm" B...
MoreCONTENTS:I. Chick, D.D.II. The Five Worlds of LarieIII. Peter PiperIV. Gavia of Immer LakeV. Eve and PetroVI. Uncle SamVII. CorbieVIII. Ardea's SoldierIX. The Flying ClownX. The Lost DoveXI. Little Solomon OtusXII. Bob, the Vagabond Notes:ConservationNotes to the StoriesBook List ILLUSTRATIONS: Chick, D.D. in his pulpit FrontispieceFirs that pointed to the sky "Woodland Music after an Ice-Storm" Birds, too, that had lived in rough windsFloated beside him in the sea another gull, to whom he talked pleasantlyAfter Larie found a clam, he would fly high into the air and then drop itIt was not for food alone that Larie and his mate lived that springOne was named Peter, for his fatherThe spot she teetered to most of allDallying happily along the river-edgeImmer LakeTwo babies, not yet out of their eggshells, hidden among the rushesWhile their children were napping, Gavia and Father Loon went to a partyAt Work in the Plaster PitThe Hunting FlightThey always chatted a bit and then went on with their work, placing their plaster carefullyQuaint Clay PotteryA Famous LandmarkAbove all other creatures of this great land he had been honoredThe Yankee-Doodle TwinsIn this Mother Crow had laid her eggs"Kah! Kah! Kah!" he called from sun-up to sun-downCorbie slipped off and amused himselfShe wore, draped from her shoulders, snowy plumes of rare beautyNear Ardea's HomeThat criss-cross pile of old dead twigs was a dear home, and they both guarded it The Flying ClownPeaceful enough, indeed, had been the brooding daysThe little rascals could practise the art of camouflageSuppose you should find just one pairThrough all the lonesome woods there is not one doveOnce, so many flew by, that the sound of their wings was like the sound of thunderOh, the wise, wise look of himSolomon knew the runways of the miceThose five adorable babies of SolomonHe passed the brightest hours dozingIt was time for the Feast of the VagabondsSomething south of the Amazon kept calling to himNature has kept faith with him and brought him safely back to his meadow
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