Natural history -- Juvenile fiction; Ornamental birds -- Juvenile fiction; Robins as pets -- Juvenile fiction
“Dear little bird!” said she, “I trust you will be happy, and I shall
then congratulate myself on having been the means of making you so.”
These words seemed to assure me, that my liberty was a desirable
object, and, encouraged by the manner in which they were uttered, I
ventured a short flight to an adjacent syringa. My friends followed me,
and having scattered food near the spot, left me, in order to continue
their walk. I felt rather timid when left alone, but my sensations were
very different to those I experienced when I was out before. I soon
acquired sufficient courage to explore my new place of abode, which I
found so delightful, that I regretted when the approach of night put
an end to my rambles. I met with many other little birds, but felt
no terror on their approach; for they seemed by no means inclined to
molest me, and I was now strong enough to defend myself, if they had. I
found plenty of food, for the trees abounded in insects; and my friends
did not fail to strew about the paths, such seeds as they knew I liked.
I frequently saw them pass along, and wished to show myself to them;
but there was a little dog which generally accompanied them, and I was
afraid of getting too near him. Once, however, I heard them talking
very earnestly about me, and wishing to know whether I was still alive.
This made me resolve to watch for an opportunity of assuring them of my
safety.
It was not long before I fulfilled my intention, for my mistress
and little Julia came out one afternoon without the dog. I was on
a laburnum-tree near the house, and immediately flew from it to a
grass-plot before them.
“There is my bird!” exclaimed my mistress, in an accent of delight.
“Where?” said Julia.
“There, on the grass. Do not you see him? Now he has flown towards the
kitchen-window.”
“Now I see him, indeed,” said Julia: “are you not glad to find him
alive and well?”
“And in good company too,” added my mistress; for just then I was
taking a little flight with some young birds, who were very friendly
to me, and with whom I made many pleasant excursions about the
shrubbery, though we seldom passed its boundaries: for my young readers
are, perhaps, to be informed, that Robins do not assemble in large
companies, and take long flights, as larks, thrushes, linnets, and
many other birds do, but content themselves with a less extensive
range, about the hedges, woods, or gardens, where they are brought up.
After the first interview, I saw my friends almost every day, and as
the dog seldom came with them, I took care that they should see me; for
I knew that it gave them pleasure, and I was anxious to prove myself
grateful for their kindness.
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