Every day for a week a man came in a boat to scatter corn in the rushes at a certain point along the bank of the Big River , and every day Blacky the Crow watched him and shook his black head and talked to himself and told himself that he did n't like it , and that he was sure that it was for no good purpose . Sometimes Blacky watched from a distance , and sometimes he flew right over the man . But never once did the man have a gun with him . Every morning , very early , Blacky flew over there , and every morning he found Dusky the Black Duck and his flock in the rushes and wild rice at that particular place , and he knew that they had been there all night , He knew that they had come in there just at dusk the night before , to feast on the yellow corn the man had scattered there in the afternoon . `` It is no business of mine what those Ducks do , '' muttered Blacky to himself , `` but as surely as my tail feathers are black , something is going to happen to some of them one of these days . That man may be fooling them , but he is n't fooling me . Not a bit of it . He has n't had a gun with him once when I have seen him , but just the same he is a hunter . I feel it in my bones . He knows those silly Ducks come in here every night for that corn he puts out . He knows that after they have been here a few times and nothing has frightened them , they will be so sure that it is a safe place that they will not be the least bit suspicious . Then he will hide behind those bushes he has placed close to the edge of the water and wait for them with his terrible gun . That is what he will do , or my name is n't Blacky . '' Finally Blacky decided to drop a hint to Dusky the Black Duck . So the next morning he stopped for a call . `` Good morning , '' said he , as Dusky swam in just in front of him . `` I hope you are feeling as fine as you look . '' `` Quack , quack , '' replied Dusky . `` When Blacky the Crow flatters , he hopes to gain something . What is it this time ? ''
`` Not a thing , '' replied XXXXX .
Blacky Dusky River afternoon before days flatters morning night right