I can’t tell; perhaps I shall follow the bluebirds to Indiana; but why should I, when I can’t play being Olivia any more?” “No!

The man in Michigan wanted to kill the beautiful male bluebird who was bringing food to his young ones.

They didn't know much except to be hungry, these little bluebirds.

So there remained in the nest in the maple stump four little helpless orphan bluebirds, and in the swaying nest in the elm-tree over the brook were four young orioles with only the mother bird to care for them.

One, a nunlet, in shape resembles a short-tailed bluebird.