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The outward signs were few, some minutes dumbly gazing at the place with downcast, draggled look, and then a change at the thought of their helpless brood. Back to the hiding-place he went, and called the well-known 'kreet, kreet. Did every grave give up its little inmate at the magic word?
Little Luke set him very carefully on the ground. "Don't worry," said he, "he isn't hurt, he's only a little scared." "Well," said Mother Mit-chee, "I must take these babies of mine down to the spring and teach them how to drink. They have never tasted water yet." "Kreet, kreet, come along, come along," called Mother Mit-chee.
Only one of the brood disregarded the warning 'Kreet, kreet. He stuck to his swinging elm-bough, now nearly naked, and a great yellow-eyed owl bore him off before morning. Mother and three young ones now were left, but they were as big as she was; indeed one, the eldest, he of the chip, was bigger. Their ruffs had begun to show.
The yellow, downy, little fellows marched along boldly behind their mother. Sometimes she would go on a little way ahead. Then she would stop and call, "Kreet, kreet, come along, children," and the little fellows would race to see who could catch up first. Some of them were not so strong as others, and at times they would squat upon the ground to rest.
The outward signs were few, some minutes dumbly gazing at the place with downcast, draggled look, and then a change at the thought of their helpless brood. Back to the hiding-place he went, and called the well-known 'Kreet, kreet. Did every grave give up its little inmate at the magic word?
I'm afraid if you walk around there, you'll step on them; they're right around your feet." And she began calling to the chicks. "Kreet, kreet, come out, come out, right away," she called. Right before little Luke a dead leaf that was curled up seemed to come to life, but it wasn't really the leaf. It was the partridge chick that had squatted upon it that moved.
Only one of the brood disregarded the warning 'Kreet, kreet. He stuck to his swinging elm-bough, now nearly naked, and a great yellow-eyed owl bore him off before morning. Mother and three young ones now were left, but they were as big as she was; indeed one, the eldest, he of the chip, was bigger. Their ruffs had begun to show.
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