| He was still sitting on his perch greeting the gold of the morning sun with melodious uproar | |
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| The fox may slink for an hour unscared, waiting with watchful eye on the neighboring chicken coop | 6 |
| The mother bird, dancing and mincing along | 38 |
| Out from among the birches she sails gracefully, a veritable queen of the fairies | 64 |
| There was the swish of wings, the snip-snap of a bird’s beak, and it was all over | 86 |
| The way of the “kiver” is this. There is a single, snappy, business-like bob, then another, then three in quick succession | 96 |
| That such things are not seen oftener is simply because people are dull and go to bed instead of sitting out under the witch-hazel at midnight of a full moon | 114 |
| Of a clear midsummer evening you may hear the muskrat grubbing roots there ... and hear his snort and splash when he dives at sudden sight of you | 142 |
| Every boy who knows the country in summer knows him by his rich, red coloration, his strong, black-bordered wings with their black veins | 160 |
| The English sparrow has the true instincts of the browbeating coward | 180 |
| The skunk doesn’t know where he is going and he isn’t even on his way | 198 |
| My lone quail sat on a rock in the pasture, tipped his head back a little, swelled his white throat, and whistled | 222 |
