Miss Hickory
In the Nest
Ok, go to the little pine. Go to the little pine.
It would have helped me if Hitty Iris Raikes had come along to tell me where
she saw that nest.
I hope the eggs have hatched and the birds have flown away!
How much further can it be?
I must have tramped about twenty feet already.
Thank heavens! The tree! Oh, surely they don't expect me to climb this tree.
Umphhh--! But of course they expect me to climb the tree.
A little help, here!
The things I do for a good picture.
Grumble-grumble.
Whew! Home at last--and no little birdies in here either!
They have got to be kidding me.
Spend the winter here? I do not hardly think so!
What will Miss Hickory do?
Stay tuned!