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Updated: June 7, 2025
Beatrice Redwing's visit only extended over the second day, and during that there was little, if any, separate conversation between her and Wilfrid. The change in her from the free gaiety and restfulness of the morning of her arrival could not escape notice, though she affected a continuance of the bright mood. Mr.
Redwing's four babies. Pretty soon one of the Merry Little Breezes, peeping through the rushes, spied Peter Rabbit sitting up very straight on the edge of the Green Meadows. His long ears were pointed straight up, his big eyes were very wide open and he seemed to be looking and listening with a great deal of curiosity.
The tone between them returned before long to the friendliness never previously interrupted. Mr. Athel shortly wrote a letter to Mr. Baxendale of Dunfield, whom he only knew by name as Beatrice Redwing's uncle, and begged for private information regarding Emily's family.
Birds are people, though of another race from ours, and I am happy if I can make you think so. Ah! we must be near a Redwing's nest what a commotion the colony is making!" "Colony? I thought a colony was a lot of people who went off into a strange wild land and made a new home," said Nat.
By and by they stopped scolding, and a few minutes later he heard Redwing's happy song. "That means," thought Peter, "that Reddy Fox has gone away, but I think I'll sit here a while longer to make sure." Now Peter was sitting right under the Big Hickory-tree. After a while he began to hear faint little sounds, little taps, and scratching sounds as of claws.
Redwing chuckled with him. You see, they knew that Peter doesn't like water, and that nest was hidden in a certain clump of brown, broken-down rushes, with water all around. Suddenly Redwing flew up in the air with a harsh cry. "Run, Peter! Run!" he screamed. "Here comes Reddy Fox!" Peter didn't wait for a second warning. He knew by the sound of Redwing's voice that Redwing wasn't joking.
Suddenly Redwing arose, as Flipp played an ace on his adversary's last card, and raked the dust toward himself. "Yer tuk that ace out of yer sleeve I seed yer do it. Give me back my ounces," said Redwing. "It's a lie!" roared the great Flipp, springing to his feet, and seizing Redwing's pistol-arm. The weapon fell, and both men clutched like tigers.
"We must see it," cried the Merry Little Breezes, and away they all ran to the swamp where the bulrushes grow. Now someone else had heard of Mrs. Redwing's dear little nest in the bulrushes, and he had started out bright and early that morning to try and find it, for he wanted to steal the little speckled eggs just because they were pretty. It was Tommy Brown, the farmer's boy.
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