One year there were a pair of robins who made their nest on a tree, the
boughs of which hung over the house; and Julia could sit in her window and
see all that the little family were doing. She was delighted with such a
token of confidence, and she and the robins soon became very intimate. The
old ones frequently flew down from their nest, and alighted near the door,
when Julia would give them as much food as they wanted, and let them carry
some home to their children.
By and by, the young robins were old enough to leave their nests. That was
a great day with both parents and children, and all seemed about as merry
as they could be when the half-fledged little birds took their first
lessons in flying, though Julia laughed a good deal to see their
manoeuvres, and said their motions were awkward enough. However, they
learned to fly after a while, as well as their parents, though before they
left for the season, some cruel boy threw a stone at one of them and broke
his wing. Poor fellow! he suffered a great deal of pain, and his parents
and brothers and sisters were very sad about it.
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