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Page 32 and feed them.
Don’t know if the old birds like it or not but it sure saved them a lot
of work. When they were all
feathered out we could see the old birds teaching the young ones how to fly. Then as summer moved to a close they would fly away. Another pastime was looking for
buffalo horns. There wasn’t too
many left but we would find one once in a while.
They were pretty well scaled and weather-beaten but by using a piece of
glass to scrape with, in a few days we would have a shiny black horn. Whish now
I had kept a couple but never did. |