But there was none to see it , and he took the greatest care that there should be none to see him when he once again started for a certain lonesome corner of the Green Forest . `` First I 'll make sure that the eggs are still there , '' thought he , and flew high above the tree tops , so that as he passed over the tree in which was the old nest of Red-tail the Hawk , he might look down into it . To have seen him , you would never have guessed that he was looking for anything in particular . He seemed to be just flying over on his way to some distant place . If the eggs were still there , he meant to come back and hide in the top of a near-by pine-tree to watch until he was sure that he might safely steal those eggs , or to find out whose they were . Blacky 's heart beat fast with excitement as he drew near that old tumble-down nest . Would those two big white eggs be there ? Perhaps there would be three ! The very thought made him flap his wings a little faster . A few more wing strokes and he would be right over the tree . How he did hope to see those eggs ! He could almost see into the nest now . One stroke ! Two strokes ! Three strokes ! Blacky bit his tongue to keep from giving a sharp caw of disappointment and surprise . There were no eggs to be seen . No , Sir , there was n't a sign of eggs in that old nest . There was n't because -- why , do you think ? There was n't because Blacky looked straight down on a great mass of feathers which quite covered them from sight , and he did n't have to look twice to know that that great mass of feathers was really a great bird , the bird to whom those eggs belonged .
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Blacky First Forest I Red-tail caw flap pine-tree right wings