MALLARDS AND THEIR NEIGHBORS
The Old Homestead Tales- # 2
Neil Wayne Northey
THE ARRIVAL OF THE MALLARDS
THE DUCK POND
MRS. MALLARD MAKES A DISCOVERY
REDWING THE BLACKBIRD MOVES IN
TERROR THE HUNTER MAKES A MISTAKE
LONGLEGS THE HERON GOES WADING
LUTRA THE OTTER PLAYS A GAME
MALLARD FLIES AGAIN
TRAILER THE MINK TAKES A HUNT
MRS. MALLARD BUILDS A NEST
A NIGHT PROWLER
BIGMOUTH THE PELICAN GOES SEINING
JIM CROW GETS CAUGHT
THE MUSKRATS HAVE A VISITOR
DANNY MUSKRAT FINDS SOMETHING GOOD
THE FLUFFY DUCKLETS APPEAR
BILLY COON MAKES SOME PLANS
THE DUCKLETS TAKE A SWIM
ALCYON THE KINGFISHER PROVES A FRIEND
RANGER THE COYOTE MEETS HIS MATCH
SPINK THE BOBOLINK SINGS A SONG
MR. BLUEBIRD VISITS THE DUCK POND
SAW-WHET THE OWL IS DISAPPOINTED
BUD SMITH SETS A TRAP
THE MALLARDS ARE CAUGHT
A NEW EXPERIENCE FOR THE MALLARDS
A VISIT WITH SANDHILL THE CRANE
HONKER THE GOOSE TAKES A REST
THE YOUNG MALLARDS HEAR A STORY
"GOOD-BY, OLD HOMESTEAD"
is another story of the Old Homestead, and especially about the Little
Wild Creatures that lived at the Duck Pond on the Old Homestead. You have
met a few of them in the story about "The Bluebirds and Their
Neighbors," but most of them are new acquaintances.
see, the Bluebirds and their neighbors were mostly Furry Friends and
Feathered Friends, who lived near the Grand Old House, or in the Apple
Orchard, or along the Hedgerow, or at the Rambling Old Barn, or in the
Little Jungle Thicket, where Molly and Peter lived. But the Mallards and
their neighbors lived at the Duck Pond, and along Little River, which
flowed through the Old Homestead. They liked to play in the water and
among the Fuzzy Cat-tails along the Marshy Banks.
you will think that some of the Mallard's neighbors were not very kind
to them, and that is true. Many times even Fearful the Man is not so
friendly as he should be toward the Feathered Friends and Furry Friends
who are his neighbors. And so they have grown to be afraid of him. If we
are kind to the Little Wild Creatures, they will learn that we are their
friends, and then they will trust us.
As I write
this, I look out through my workroom window and see Mrs. Ringneck the
Pheasant sneaking through the Green Alfalfa in search of a Secret Nesting
Place. Burlingame the Meadow Lark is singing his best from the top of a
fence post. Robin Red is spying out Wiggly Earthworms on the lawn. Mrs.
Bluebird is busy carrying bits of soft grass into her new Nesting Box,
while Mr. Bluebird stands guard. Noisy the English Sparrow is scolding
because he cannot be in a dozen places at once to bully his neighbors.
Down in the swamp Redwing the Blackbird sings "Oak�a-lee" from
morning till night. And everything tells me that Jolly Spring is here.
nice it will be in the New Earth, when life will be Eternal Springtime and
the Little Creatures will no longer be wild! Then Jack Frost will not
destroy the Dancing Little Leaflets and Fragrant Flowers, nor Old Man
Winter drive away our Feathered Friends every year; for there will be no
such thing as a year.
Colorado, April 11, 1930.