Mr. Blackbird was in very good voice this evening, and entertained Algy for some time with a long series of songs. On the crofts, the sheep were chiding their lambs, and in the background Algy could hear some of the other birds chattering to one another.
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Inside the big, dark shed, Mrs. Blackbird was sitting on the nest which her husband had built for her in the top of a wee basket on a shelf. Meanwhile, her husband sang all day long at the top of Algy’s tree, to make sure that everyone knew what a fine fellow he was. Algy flew up to join him, and to listen to the song.
Mr. Blackbird spent all day singing in Algy’s tree, while his wife sat quietly on the nest he had built in the top of a wee basket inside the big shed. His song sounded something like this …
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While Algy was reading his book of verse in the birch tree, a blackbird nearby was providing his own opinion of the spring.
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The Adventures of Algy 