The next time Jarro awoke, he saw that a dish with grain and water stood before him.  He was still quite ill, but he felt hungry nevertheless, and began to eat.  When the mistress saw that he ate, she came up and petted him, and looked pleased.  After that, Jarro fell asleep again.  For several days he did nothing but eat and sleep.

One morning Jarro felt so well that he stepped from the basket and wandered along the floor.  But he hadn’t gone very far before he keeled over, and lay there.  Then came Caesar, opened his big jaws and grabbed him.  Jarro believed, of course, that the dog was going to bite him to death; but Caesar carried him back to the basket without harming him.  Because of this, Jarro acquired such a confidence in the dog Caesar, that on his next walk in the cottage, he went over to the dog and lay down beside him.  Thereafter Caesar and he became good friends, and every day, for several hours, Jarro lay and slept between Caesar’s paws.

But an even greater affection than he felt for Caesar, did Jarro feel toward his mistress.  Of her he had not the least fear; but rubbed his head against her hand when she came and fed him.  Whenever she went out of the cottage he sighed with regret; and when she came back he cried welcome to her in his own language.

Jarro forgot entirely how afraid he had been of both dogs and humans in other days.  He thought now that they were gentle and kind, and he loved them.  He wished that he were well, so he could fly down to Takern and tell the wild ducks that their enemies were not dangerous, and that they need not fear them.

He had observed that the human beings, as well as Caesar, had calm eyes, which it did one good to look into.  The only one in the cottage whose glance he did not care to meet, was Clawina, the house cat.  She did him no harm, either, but he couldn’t place any confidence in her.  Then, too, she quarrelled with him constantly, because he loved human beings.  “You think they protect you because they are fond of you,” said Clawina.  “You just wait until you are fat enough!  Then they’ll wring the neck off you.  I know them, I do.”

Jarro, like all birds, had a tender and affectionate heart; and he was unutterably distressed when he heard this.  He couldn’t imagine that his mistress would wish to wring the neck off him, nor could he believe any such thing of her son, the little boy who sat for hours beside his basket, and babbled and chattered.  He seemed to think that both of them had the same love for him that he had for them.

One day, when Jarro and Caesar lay on the usual spot before the fire, Clawina sat on the hearth and began to tease the wild duck.