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Title: My pets; real happenings in my aviary
Year: 1908 (1900s)
Authors: Saunders, Marshall, 1861-1947
Subjects: Birds Pets. (from old catalog)
Publisher: Philadelphia, Boston (etc.) The Griffith & Rowland press
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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e over Norwichthat Minnie had, and he became fussy and meddle-some. He interfered with other birds in their nest-making, and often received rebukes and hard blows.One evening I noticed that he was particularly ex-cited about a new canary that I had put on the roof-veranda. The hybrid led her to his corner, andNorwich followed. The hybrid showed signs ofterrible impatience, but as I have stated before, hewas a reformed bird, and I did not think he wouldstrike Norwich unless he was cunning enough towait till I had left them for the night. However,I was shocked to find Norwichs dead body on thefloor the next morning, close by the hybrids perch.He was far from his own nest. Pussys Baby wassitting on a nestful of eggs in Sukeys room. Nor-wich should have spent the night near her. Hehad either fallen dead in one of his fits of franticsinging and dancing, or the hybrid had struck hima fatal blow. We should not criticize Norwich too harshly.His death was a real grief to the family, and my 194
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American GoldfinchPage 195 Canary Characteristics mother mourned for him as she has mourned for noother bird. He knew her, and when she spoke tohim he always put his handsome head on one side,peeped from under his crest, and answered her withan intelligence she could not mistake. Alas! the dead are soon forgotten (amongcanaries). Norwichs funeral was held at tenoclock, and by noon a goldfinch had slipped inta hisplace, and was sitting by Pussys Baby, devotedlyputting choice morsels of food down her pretty,yellow throat. I was very fond of my goldfinches. They weresuch neat, dapper, soldierlike little birds, and sogood-tempered as they flew about the aviary withtheir sweet notes. I never saw one of my real gold-finches strike or hurt another bird. This particularone became a good mate to Pussys Baby, and helpedher bring up Norwichs family. I am exceedingly interested in studying thedescendants of Norwich and Minnie, in tracing inthe children the characteristics of the parents. Itis eas

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