“It couldn’t be the same crow that got away from our neighbor, Mr. Jenk,” Mr. Martin said. “I don’t believe it would fly up this far, though of course a crow that wasn’t lame could fly many miles.”
“But he stood on one leg, just like Mr. Jenk’s tame crow used to when we snapped our fingers, or made a tapping sound,” explained Ted.
“Yes, birds often stand on one leg,” said his father. “And so do chickens. Lots of times I’ve seen one of our roosters stand on one leg with the other drawn up under his feathers to keep warm.”
“Well, maybe it wasn’t Mr. Jenk’s crow, but it looked like him and it acted like him,” decided Janet.
However, there was no help for it. The crow, whatever crow it might be, had flown away and might never be seen again. The Curlytops were a bit sad and disappointed for a while, but soon got over this feeling as there were so many things to do in the woods and so much fun to have in the lumber camp.
Ted had gotten all over his scare of being lost in the woods and of being followed by the bobcat. In fact he wanted to start out to try to hunt the lynx.
“We could easy catch him,” he said to his father.
“I hardly think so,” said Mr. Martin, with a smile. “A lynx is almost as shy as a fox unless he is trailing some animal he isn’t afraid of.”
“But he followed me,” said Teddy.
“Well, it just wanted to see who you were,” said the boy’s father. “I don’t believe the lynx would have jumped down on you to scratch or bite you. It was just curious.”