under the root he could not find, and the one on the porch he dared not go near.
And the Weasel heard them and thought, “Oh, ho! I shall investigate this to-night”. But the chilly water kept him from the two nests, and there was an uncomfortable feeling about the porch that he preferred to avoid.
But there came at length the Blue Devil called the Jay. When he heard the singing he said: “Where there are songs there are nests”. And he found where the nests were, by watching their owners. So he flew to the rock and looked in that nest. It was finished, but empty. “Very good”, said the Blue Jay; “I can wait.”
Then he flew to the root and looked into that nest, and there was one egg. ..text continues