Iron County register., 1883-07-12
A CUNNING LITTLE MOTHER.

Sidney Dayre, in ". Y. Independent.
A CUNNING LITTLE MOTHER.
Two little birds sat in tree-top talk
ing very earnestly about the nest they
were going to build, for they had been
married several days, and, having
taken a bridal trip through the
neighboring woods, and having spent a
whole day down by the beautiful little
brook that danced so gayly along un-
der the trees, they began to think it
was time for them to begin housekeep-
ing and settle down to sober family
cares as well as pleasures. They were
very pretty little birds-blondes we
might call them-for their bills and
eyelids were blue, and their heads of a
beautiful golden yellow, so that they
looked as if they had blue ewes and
golden hair. Their breasts, too. being
of the same bright color, they looked
like living sunbeams as they flew back
and forth Well, there is one good
thing about the bi1ylies-when thev
make up their minds that thing ought
to be done, they 90 to work and do it
So now our little blondes flew from one
spot just to their minds, low down in
thick bush, where there were plenty
of briers to prick the fingers of bird
nesting boys. Having decided that this
was just the spot for them, they at once
few off for materials, and a buster, hap
pier couple than they it would be hard
to find, as they flew back and forth
bringing bits of flax and tow and horse
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architectural work, but that was not be-
ing" No, indeed. she would lave
pecked your eyes out had you sugge ,ted
such an idea; but she was more ski lful
in such work than he, and he did his
share by bringing materials for her to
~use. .."E
When the outside or framework of
the nest was finished, both brides flew
off to q field or pasture where there
were always COWS to be found; it WAS
not the COWS that they wanted, how
ever. They flew straight to the trees
against which their sharp eyes had
often seen the COWS rub themselves, and
there on the rough bark they found
plenty of loose hairs that the cows had
rubbed off. These hairs were just what
they wanted now, so they carried off as
many as they could take in their bills.
and the little wife wove them in with
downy hairs from fern stems, and thas
made a soft, warm lining for a new
home. You must not suppose, how
ever, that our brides worked right
along without a pause or rest.
No, indeed! they were too wise
for that: they would stop every now and
then to chase each other through the
wood, or to pick up the flies and bugs
that were crawling around them, or per-
haps they would fly down to the little
brook and drink or bathe in its clear,
cold water. Such happy little birds
they were. Well, at last the nest WAS
finished, and I believe they were almost
sorry, for they had had such grand fun
building it; soon there were four tiny
eggs nestled together on the soft ming,
and then the little bird-wife chased no
more bugs or eaterpillars, but sat on the
nest all day. and her husband caught
bugs or caterpillsrs for her, and brought
them to her squirming like eels, and
while she ate them he would stand be-
side her and sing aloud the joy and love
of his happy little heart. ~'+
But one day, as the little wife sat
thinking of the wee brides in the eggs
under her wings, a party Of boys came
through the fields, beating bushes and
climbing trees in search of birds nests
and eggs. Oh, how the little creature IS
heart throbbed with fear and anxiety!
not for herself-oh, no! she did not once
think of herself, but only y how she could
save her home and her babies; for her
mate was away just then. Suddenly a
bright idea popped into her bright little
head. Slipping softly from the nest,
she crept silently and rapidly through
the bushes till she was several yards
from the nest, and then, flying up into
a tall tree, she began to chirp and twit-
ter, so as to attract the attention of the
boys. They soon saw her, and with
whoops and yells started for the tree,
while she dropped her tail, stretched out
her neck and trailed her wings along the
branches, as if she were very lame and
feeble. That was enough for the boys,
who one and all began to climb the tree
after her. No sooner were they all in
the tree than the cunning little hypo-
critic dropped to the ground, and re-
peated her man@uvres, taking care,
however, always to go away from the
bush where the nest was. Down came
the boys like overgrown squirrels from
the. tree, where she sat, pretending all
the time to be just ready totumble from
weakness. So she kept on leading them
farther and farther away, till she
thought there was no danger of their
finding her treasures. when She spread
her wings and flew home by round
about way, leaving. the boys half
amused at her cunning, and more than !
half vexed at having been SO cleverly
.sold'' This wise and cunning little |
mother is one of our American birds, |
and her name is Sylvia citrinella, or the
blue-eyed yellow warbler.-The i'd
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