The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1891-07-01

Don't! Don't Don'tr' cried the
saucy Blue Jay swinging by, ''that
| beanch is cracked"
And you can't rely on himi You
know he is called Slippery Elm some
times" whispered Mr.. Robin, but all
to no purpose. Mrs. Robin was set
tied on that branch. and so they went
to work to build their nest.
And such work as it was! FLYING
far and wide after straws, feathers,
hair. weaving, spinning lining; hardly
time TO snatch a worm or a drink of
water. You just can't imagine what
work it is to build a nest until you
have built one.
At last, however, the beautiful nest
was complete and the two birds, COM
pletely exhausted, sat on the edge and
admired it.
Isn't it pretty?" cried Mrs. Robin,
proudly. How sweetly that bunch
of white wool worked ini Il really
think it's the prettiest nest we ever
made"
Mr.. Robin thought so, too; but it
only made him more anxious as he
cooked one eye up at the sky and noted
that it looked red and threatening.
He only sighed little, however. and
asked:
"Shall I bring you an insect, my
dear? You really look very tiredr'
Il am dreadfully fatigued," replied
Mrs. Robin languidly. '.My nerves
are in state, and my left wing feels
as if it were broken. Yes, Robin, you
might bring me small insect. l feel
as if beetles wing would refresh me.
But / am so proud of our nest!
Madame Oriole can't find fault with
that, think"
1t is too bad that it happened as it
did. but it's just as sure as anything
that those who fly too high must
sooner or later light low And I can't
help it! 1t happened and I've got to
tell it the way it was no matter if do
hate to. awfully.
1t must have been pretty near morn
ing because Watchman Rooster in the
barn yard near by had crowed for mid
night at least two hours before when
the tired birds were awakened by a
crashing and roaring. The wind was
tearing about, the rain was falling in
torrents and Mr.. Elm was writhing,
thrashing, groaning and wringing his
hands as if he had a terrible fit of
cramps.
"Mr. Robin, where are youP"
screamed his wife through the roar
and darkness.
Here. my dearr' shouted Robin,
struggling breathlessly to get to her
side. Il was blown off the perch.
It's an awful storm. NV, how the
wind blowsi Our nest is full of rain"
OF
swish, roar. and they couldn't hear
themselves think for minute.
81 don't believe there's pin feather
left on me-" gasped Mrs. Robin,
they've all blown off. Robin, love,
are you hurt?''
NO" chirped Robin from the lower
branch, where they had been blown,
"but our lovely nest has gone, branch
and ALL"
Our sweet nest!n sobbed Mrs.
Robin. bitterly, that branch was
crackedT'
Mr.. Robin didn't say, 81 told you
so," which shows another difference
between birds and folks.
'And / freely confess, Robin DEAR"
remarked Mrs. Robin, sadly, as day
broke over their ruined nest, "that it
is foolish to be too fly"
Here is the SWIM" responded her
husband, looking ruefully at their
soaked and shattered nest, "but it is
plain to be seen that we are not in itr' |
So they went back to Widow Goose |
berry's. And grew to love her and |
the humble neighbors dearly.
But you know, birdie" said Mr.. |
Robin, teasingly one day as he sat in |
the family circle, you did say she was
thorny and cross, now didn't youP"
Indeed, Mr.. Robin. you are dream
ing" replied Mrs. Robin with some
spirit. 1T is her nature to be short,
and might have said she was full of
depends on how you put a thingr'
And where you put it!' thought
ler mate as he remembered the i'll
ated nest, but he didn't say it.-CSs-
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