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Six ducks swung over my head in the rosy duskFrontispiece
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That blood-curdling screech was one of triumphover the sudden death of a rabbit4
He sets his cotton-tail white flag at half mast from fear, and goes whooping through the brush in a frenzy44
There was a clamor of blue jays as the hour grew late168
The air was vivid with friendly staccato calls192
The wings arch in similar curves and lift him seemingly a rod in air254
Her bill pointed skyward in the trustful, prayerful attitude of all birds on the nest278