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Thornton W. Burgess
he. "Everybody is afraid of him. He
lives on other people, and so far as I know he does no good in the
world. He is big and fierce, and no one loves him. The Green Forest
would be better off without him. If those eggs hatch, there will be little
Owls to be fed, and they will grow up into big fierce Owls, like their
father and mother. So if I show Farmer Brown's boy that nest and he
takes those eggs, I will be doing a kindness to my neighbors."
So Blacky talked to himself and tried to hush the still, small voice
down inside that tried to tell him that what he was planning to do was
really a dreadful thing. And all the time he watched for Farmer Brown's
boy.

CHAPTER X
: Farmer Brown's Boy And Hooty
Farmer Brown's boy had taken it into his head to visit the Green Forest.
It was partly because he hadn't anything else to do, and it was partly
because now that it was very near the end of winter he wanted to see
how things were there and if there were any signs of the coming of
spring. Blacky the Crow saw him coming, and Blacky chuckled to
himself. He had watched every day for a week for just this thing. Now
he would tell Farmer Brown's boy about that nest of Hooty the Owl.
He flew over to the lonesome corner of the Green Forest where Hooty
and Mrs. Hooty had made their home and at once began to caw at the
top of his voice and pretend that he was terribly excited over
something.
"Caw, caw, caw, caw, caw!" shouted Blacky. At once all his relatives

within hearing hurried over to join him. They knew that he was
tormenting Hooty, and they wanted to join in the fun. It wasn't long
before there was a great racket going on over in that lonesome corner of
the Green Forest.
Of course Farmer Brown's boy heard it. He stopped and listened. "Now
I wonder what Blacky and his friends have found this time, " said he.
"Whenever they make a fuss like that, there is usually something to see
there. I believe I'll so over and have a look."
So he turned in the direction of the lonesome corner of the Green Forest,
and as he drew near, he moved very carefully, so as to see all that he
could without frightening the Crows. He knew that as soon as they saw
him, they would fly away, and that might alarm the one they were
tormenting, for he knew enough of Crow ways to know that when they
were making such a noise as they were now making, they were
plaguing some one.
Blacky was the first to see him because he was watching for him. But
he didn't say anything until Farmer Brown's boy was so near that he
couldn't help but see that nest and Hooty himself, sitting up very
straight and snapping his bill angrily at his tormentors. Then Blacky
gave the alarm, and at once all the Crows rose in the air and headed for
the Green Meadows, cawing at the top of their lungs. Blacky went with
them a little way. The first chance he got he dropped out of the flock
and silently flew back to a place where he could see all that might
happen at the nest of Hooty the Owl.
When Farmer Brown's boy first caught sight of the nest and saw the
Crows darting down toward it and acting so excited, he was puzzled.
"That's an old nest of Red-tail the Hawk, " thought he. "I found that last
spring. Now what can there be there to excite those Crows so?"
Then he caught sight of Hooty the Owl. "Ha, so that's it!" he exclaimed.
"Those scamps have discovered Hooty and have been having no end of
fun tormenting him. I wonder what he's doing there."
He no longer tried to keep out of sight, but walked right up to the foot
of the tree, all the time looking up. Hooty saw him, but instead of
flying away, he snapped his bill just as he had at the Crows and hissed.
"That's funny, " thought Farmer Brown's boy. "If I didn't know that to
be the old nest of Redtail the Hawk, and if it weren't still the tail-end of
winter, I would think that was Hooty's nest."

He walked in a circle around the tree, looking up. Suddenly he gave a
little start. Was that a tail sticking over the edge of the nest? He found a
stick and threw it up. It struck the bottom of the nest, and out flew a
great bird. It was Mrs.
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