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Title: The oist
Year: 1886 (1880s)
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Subjects: Birds
Publisher: Albion, N.Y. : Frank H. Lattin
Contributing Library: American Museum of Natural History Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Biodiversity Heritage Library

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t place in one of histraps, also a Whippoorwill, with twofresh eggs at that point June 22nd,1921. THE STORY OF A ROBIN Last spring, on April 15th, 1 droveabout eight miles north of Manchesterto collect a young pair of full grownGreat Horned Owls, I had heard werein a certain woods up there. I took afellow with me to climb the tree thatwas an expert telephone climber andlucky I did for I was fortunate enough(?) to step on a nail and it penetratedthrough my shoe into the ball of myfoot just exactly three quarters of aninch by actual measurement. I ran atooth pick into the hole where the nailwent in and we measured the distanceon the toothpick. Well, I was deter-mined to get the Owls, so kept on andfinally located them in a burr oaktree. About sixty feet up was thenest and a hard climb, but up wentmy much needed friend, and as he gotnear, out flew the two Owls. I limp-ingly run them down and soon hadthem in a sack. Now this dont soundmuch like a story of a Robin, does it, 40 THE OOLOGIST
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A. D. Henderson, Belvidere, Alberta, Canada THE OOLOGIST 41 but I am coming to that soon. If this was newspaper ornithologyinstead of being written for our be-loved little magazine, The Oologist, itwould be up to me to state right herethat I found a live Robin in one of theOwls crops and that it had been theretwo weeks. Well, we came homewith the Owls, and after a good tak-ing care of the nail wound, I retiredfor the night. The next morning whenI tried to arise and that foot startedto hang downward I simply went wild,but up I had to get so up it was. 1then discovered we were in the throesof a terrible blizzard, and I guess itwas universal all over the UnitedStates from what I later learned. 1never will forget that day .April 16,1921, the worst blizzard we had had inyears, with a cutting wind and bitterlycold. I put in that day soaking myfoot in hot water and slapping in tur-pentine. About 9 oclock in the morn-ing I happened to glance out of thewindow and there was a dear littleRobin,

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