He could look over the top of the nest now. "Cheep! What a green world it is!" he said; for all he could see was the tree, and he thought that was the world. The wind blew, and the branches swayed to and fro and rocked the nest till he fell asleep.
"Come out and learn to fly," said his mother one day. "Stand on the edge of the nest and fly down to the branch below."
She showed him how to do it, and he peeped over the edge of the nest and watched her. But it looked such a long way to the branch that he was afraid. He crept down into the nest again and would not come out. "What nonsense!" said Mrs. Blackbird; and she tumbled him out with her beak. He landed safely on the branch, as she knew he would. Then she and Mr. Blackbird sat beside him and showed him how to grasp with his toes, and how to spread out his wings. With the greatest patience they taught him step by step to fly, leading him first from twig to twig, then from big branch to big branch, and last from tree to tree.
Then he was taught how to find his food—taught how to pull a worm out of its hole, where to look for caterpillars and grubs, and how to catch a fly on the wing. At last he knew it all, and he could earn his own living.
Then he, too, sat on a branch and sang like his father: "How the sun shines! How bright is the world!"
LITTLE BIRDS
"Pretty Dearie! Pretty Dearie!"
Hear the gay father-bird sing to his wife.
"Pretty Dearie! Pretty Dearie!
Ours is a beautiful life.
"Sweetest Birdie! Sweetest Birdie!"
Hark how he calls while she sits on her nest!
"Sweetest Birdie! Sweetest Birdie!
Of all the world I love you best."