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that nest holds something worth while. It is a sign that that bird has
set up housekeeping. So when Farmer Brown's boy discovered Mrs. Hooty
sitting so close on the old nest of Redtail the Hawk, in the most
lonesome corner of the Green Forest, he knew what it meant. Perhaps I
should say that he knew what it ought to mean.

It ought to mean that there were eggs in that nest.

But it was hard for Farmer Brown's boy to believe that. Why, spring
had not come yet! There was still snow, and the Smiling Pool was still
covered with ice. Who ever heard of birds nesting at this time of year?
Certainly not Farmer Brown's boy. And yet Hooty the Owl and Mrs. Hooty
were acting for all the world as feathered folks do act when they have
eggs and are afraid that something is going to happen to them. It was
very puzzling.

"That nest was built by Red-tail the Hawk, and it hasn't even been
repaired," muttered Farmer Brown's boy, as he stared up at it. "If
Hooty and his wife have taken it for their home, they are mighty poor
housekeepers. And if Mrs. Hooty has laid eggs this time of year, she
must be crazy. I suppose the way to find out is to climb up there. It
seems foolish, but I'm going to do it. Those Owls certainly act as if
they are mighty anxious about something, and I'm going to find out what
it is."

He looked at Hooty and Mrs. Hooty, at their hooked bills and great
claws, and decided that he would take a stout stick along with him. He
had no desire to feel these great claws. When he had found a stick to
suit him, he began to climb the tree. Hooty and Mrs. Hooty snapped their
bills and hissed fiercely. They drew nearer. Farmer Brown's boy kept a
watchful eye on them. They looked so big and fierce that he was almost
tempted to give up and leave them in peace. But he just had to find out
if there was anything in that nest, so he kept on. As he drew near it,
Mrs. Hooty swooped very near to him, and the snap of her bill made an
ugly sound. He held his stick ready to strike and kept on.

The nest was simply a great platform of sticks. When Farmer Brown's boy
reached it, he found that he could not get where he could look into it,
so he reached over and felt inside. Almost at once his fingers touched
something that made him tingle all over. It was an egg, a great big egg!
There was no doubt about it. It was just as hard for him to believe
as it had been for Blacky the Crow to believe, when he first saw those
eggs. Farmer Brown's