Blacky the Crow sat in the top of a tall tree a short distance away and watched him . Blacky was silent now , and there was a knowing look in his shrewd little eyes . In calling Farmer Brown 's boy over there , he had done all he could , and he was quite satisfied to leave the matter to Farmer Brown 's boy . `` A hunter has made that blind to shoot Black Ducks from , '' thought Farmer Brown 's boy , `` and he has been baiting them in here by scattering corn for them . Black Ducks are about the smartest Ducks that fly , but if they have been coming in here every evening and finding corn and no sign of danger , they probably think it perfectly safe here and come straight in without being at all suspicious . To-night , or some night soon , that hunter will be waiting for them . `` I guess the law that permits hunting Ducks is all right , but there ought to be a law against baiting them in . That is n't hunting . No , Sir , that is n't hunting . If this land were my father 's , I would know what to do . I would put up a sign saying that this was private property and no shooting was allowed . But it is n't my father 's land , and that hunter has a perfect right to shoot here . He has just as much right here as I have . I wish I could stop him , but I do n't see how I can . '' A frown puckered the freckled face of Farmer Brown 's boy . You see , he was thinking very hard , and when he does that he is very apt to frown . `` I suppose , '' he muttered , `` I can tear down his blind . He would n't know who did it . But that would n't do much good ; he would build another . Besides , it would n't be right .
He has a perfect XXXXX to make a blind here , and having made it , it is his and I have n't any right to touch it .
Blacky Brown Crow Ducks To-night evening hunting night property right