File:True bird stories from my note-books (1903) (14747978844).jpg

Identifier: truebirdstories00mill (find matches)
Title: True bird stories from my note-books
Year: 1903 (1900s)
Authors: Miller, (Harriet (Mann), Mrs.) 1831- (from old catalog)
Subjects: Birds
Publisher: Boston and New York, Houghton, Mifflin and company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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ull out the ends of strings that hungloose where the matting was joined. One ofthese was always irresistible to the bird. Heseized it in his beak, and pulled and tugged atit so hard that he was often jerked off his feet.The fact that he never got one out did not dis-courage him in the least; he was always readyto attack another when he found it. A string was his great delight; he draggedit about, and worried it as he did a worm. Itsometimes got him into trouble. On one occa-sion he found a long piece of thread, and beforeI noticed him, had so tangled it around one legand foot that he could not spread his toes, nor,of course, stand on that foot, and he was verymuch frightened. I could not catch him whilehe was out in the room without scaring him stillmore, and he worked at it himself a long timebefore he went into his cage. As soon as hedid that, I caught him and cut off the threadwith scissors, though it was so twisted aroundthat I had to cut fifteen or twenty times beforeit came off.
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BABY ROBIN THE BABY ROBIN 43 Bobby showed the common-sense for whichhis family is noted, by submitting quietly, as soonas he understood that I was trying to help him,and letting that leg hang down, while the otherwas held up. A newspaper on the floor always furnished therobin with much entertainment. After jerkingit about, and lifting it to peer under the edge,he would pounce into the middle, peck a hole,and then seize the edge of the opening and tearthe paper into strips. The tearing sound alwaysstartled him and sent him off, — as it does nearlyevery bird, — but the fun of doing it was sogreat that he always came back and did it again. One trouble came into the life of my robinthat for weeks made him very unhappy. It wasa feather in one wing, of which the featherypart was missing — worn off, apparently. Thishe plainly considered a disgrace to any robin, —birds are very sensitive about the condition oftheir plumage, — and he determined to pull itout. He worked at it many hou

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