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Bobo

I first came upon Bobo one day when I was out walking on acountry road. I happened to look down at my feet and therewas a baby bird. He was a tiny thing, and quite bare, except for afew pin-feathers pricking through. His skin looked too large for him andwas all wrinkly and purplish. In fact, he was rather an ugly baby. “Oh,” Ithought, “he must be a baby bluejay. That’s just what he must be!” I hadheard, of course, that the fi rst thing you ought to do after fi nding a babybird on the ground is to look for the nest from which he has fallen. SoI looked up into the tree above, trying to see into the highest branches.I could see no nest at all. From where had he come?

I looked at his funny, ugly little face. “Hello, Bobo!” I said.
His beak was very yellow and big. He openedit wide and a loud squawk came out of hima very loud squawk for such a baby! I held Bobo highup with my hand, so that his parents might see him.But if they were there, they took no notice.I tried putting him up in the groove of the tree.But he fell down again and flopped over into the road.In the end, I decided to take him home with me. SoI made my hands into the shape of a little house forBobo, and returned home. But oh, all of a sudden Ithought of Peedie! He is my cat, a very proud Persian.He has long, silvery fur and a bright pink nose andlarge, shiny green eyes. Of course, he was only a kittenthen. But just the same, I had heard tales of what kittensmight do to little birds! So, you may be sure, I was verycareful to keep them apart. At night, I locked Peedieout of my room, while I slept with Bobo beside meon the pillow, cuddled up against my neck to keephim warm. I was afraid of rolling over on him and soused to keep waking up once in a while to make surehe was still alive.

But one morning I found that I had evidentlybeen sleeping more soundly than usual. Bobo was safeand perfectly happy in his place beside my neck. ButPeedie was fast asleep on the other side of the pillow.The door, strangely enough, stood wide open. Well,just to see what would happen, I put Bobo over closebeside the sleeping Peedie. With a yawn and a purr,Peedie awoke and began to lick Bobo. He gave him agood washing, up his little breast and down his back. Then he put his pink nose up against Bobo’s funnylittle wing and that was his way of kissing Bobo. Atany rate, Peedie and Bobo became good friends.

When Bobo was old enough to hop about, he usedto pretend that Peedie was a hill and would climb uponto his back. And Peedie used to pretend that Bobowas a ball and would roll him around with his paws verygently, of course. Then, when the hill and the ball felttired of play, they would go to sleep together. AfterBobo had grown some feathers, Peedie used to washthem with his tongue very carefully every day andBobo, to return the kindness, would preen Peedie’slong tail with his beak. Bobo loved other kinds ofbaths, too. He had his own bathtub,of course. But if acup of tea were left standing, Bobo would take a bathin it. A dish of soup, or a pitcher of cream, or a glassof ginger ale all would be the same for Bobo. He wasreally very naughty. I couldn’t scold him because heloved to be scolded and would squawk with joy eachtime I began. I couldn’t spank him either as it didn’tseem quite right to spank a bird.

Bobo grew larger, until he became a large bird.He had been an ugly baby, but as his bright feathersgrew, he became more and more beautiful. Little bylittle Bobo learned how to fly. When he was able tofly very well, then I knew that he was old enough togo into the woods and fend for himself. So, very sadlyone day, I walked far into the woods, carrying Boboin my hands. I said good-bye to him and let him go.He flew up into the top of a tree.

“Be happy, Bobo!” I called to him.

Then, very sadly, I started back.And what do you think I saw when I gothome?

Peedie was lying on the doorstep sound asleep in the sun. And between his paws slept Bobo, looking as if nothing had happened! After that, of course, Bobo stayed with us. When he was very young, I used to feed himbread and milk with the end of a match. How he squawked and fl apped his funny little wings as each bite went down! I soon learned that he expected a large dinner just about every hour. And I used to think how pleasantit would be, the day when Bobo was old enough to feed himself. Bobo loved to go with me wherever I went. When he was a little bird, he used to hop along after me, upstairs and down-stairs and into the garden. Then, after he knew how to fl y, he used to go down to the village with me, flying along from tree to tree, squawking with joy as he went.
The end of summer came all too soon, and the time to go back into the city. I knew that something would have to be done about Bobo. The city was no place for a bluejay. So I gave him to a very kind man who loved birds. Now, all I know is that Bobo is living there still, probably taking bath in the kind man’s teacup!