Birds and All Nature, Vol. 6, No. 4, November 1899: In Natural ColorsVarious
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Birds and All Nature, Vol. 6, No. 4, November 1899: In Natural Colors
Various
Birds -- Periodicals; Natural history -- Periodicals
_Our Animal Friends_ says that some children were feeding chickens with
some stale bread one day, and two or three chipmunks appeared. They
wanted the bread, too, and every time the children threw a bit down,
both chickens and chipmunks would make a rush for it; and nearly always
the chipmunks got it. One of them was particularly smart; he gathered
all his pieces in a little pile between two stones, and he seemed to
keep one eye on them and the other on the lookout for fresh pieces all
the time. At last one of the chickens saw the pile and made a run for
it, but its owner got there first, and he just sat right down on the
top of the heap and _chattered_. The chicken kept on coming nearer
and looking rather as if he would fight for it, so Mr. Chipmunk sat
straight up, twirled his tail, and just seemed to shake with anger.
Then another came along to help him, and the two tucked all the pieces
into their pockets and off they darted, leaving the poor chicken
looking awfully disappointed.
TED'S WEATHER PROPHET.
GRANVILLE OSBORNE.
Flittin' along from tree to tree,
Chipper 'n friendly ez he kin be;
Dancin' erbout on the'r talles' lim',
Jes' the likeliest place fer him.
Bound ter foller 'n seems to know
Very bes' places I like to go;
Bobbin' his head 'n winkin' his eye,
'S if he knew all erbout ther sky;
'Nen he nods an' sez as plain,
"Goin' ter rain; goin' ter rain!"
Little feller 'ith coat all brown,
Vest uv red wher' the wings come down,
Primpin' his feathers 'n winkin' at me,
Mincin' er-round so he kin see;
'Taint no use ter hide erway,
'At's a game what two can play;
'Course he finds me, 'nen he tries
Ter make believe he's awful wise.
All uv a suddin he sez again,
"Goin' ter rain, goin' ter rain!"
Climbed way up ter his nest one day,
"Better be careful," I heard him say;
Ruffled his coat 'n looked so mad,
I didn't 'spose he could be so bad.
Coziest nest 'at ever you seen,
Snuggled way up amongst ther green;
Four little eggs, ther purtiest blue,
Didn't touch one uv 'em, honest 'n true!
Robin hops on 'n begins ter explain,
"Goin' ter rain, goin' ter rain!"
THREATENED EXTERMINATION OF THE FUR SEAL.
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