Peter came back and motioned his companions forward. ‘Come and look,’ he said, ‘only don’t come too near. There’s one splendid catch. The little goldcrest in that cage. See him, the little fellow with the red and yellow streak on his head. The rest are sparrows and tits, I’m afraid. And one nuthatch in the far one.’ The birds were inspected while Peter photographed the goldcrest through the netting. ‘Why ever do they go in?’ Dora wondered. ‘For food,’ said Peter. ‘I lay down a little bread and nuts as bait. Then they try to get out by flying what seems the easier way into the second
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