“Must be it was a little lump of snow,” thought he.  “Yet if ever I saw an egg, that looked like one.  Jumping grasshoppers, how good an egg would taste right now!” You know Blacky has a weakness for eggs.  The more he thought about it, the hungrier he grew.  Several times he almost made up his mind to fly straight over there and make sure, but he didn’t quite dare.  If it were an egg, it must belong to somebody, and perhaps it would be best to find out who.  Suddenly Blacky shook himself.  “I must be dreaming,” said he.  “There couldn’t, there just couldn’t be an egg at this time of year, or in that old tumble-down nest!  I’ll just fly away and forget it.”

So he flew away, but he couldn’t forget it.  He kept thinking of it all day, and when he went to sleep that night he made up his mind to have another look at that old nest.

CHAPTER II:  Blacky Makes Sure

   “As true as ever I’ve cawed a caw
    That was a new-laid egg I saw.”

“What are you talking about?” demanded Sammy Jay, coming up just in time to hear the last part of what Blacky the Crow was mumbling to himself.

“Oh nothing, Cousin, nothing at all,” replied Blacky.  “I was just talking foolishness to myself.”  Sammy looked at him sharply.  “You aren’t feeling sick, are you, Cousin Blacky?” he asked.  “Must be something the matter with you when you begin talking about new-laid eggs, when everything’s covered with snow and ice.  Foolishness is no name for it.  Whoever heard of such a thing as a new-laid egg this time of year”

“Nobody, I guess, " replied Blacky.  “I told you I was just talking foolishness.  You see, I’m so hungry that I just got to thinking what I’d have if I could have anything I wanted.  That made me think of eggs, and I tried to think just how I would feel if I should suddenly see a great big egg right in front of me.  I guess I must have said something about it.”

“I guess you must have.  It isn’t egg time yet, and it won’t be for a long time.  Take my advice and just forget about impossible things.  I’m going over to Farmer Brown’s corncrib.  Corn may not be as good as eggs, but it is very good and very filling.  Better come along, " said Sammy.

“Not this morning, thank you.  Some other time, perhaps, " replied Blacky.

He watched Sammy disappear through the trees.  Then he flew to the top of the tallest pine-tree to make sure that no one was about.  When he was quite sure that no one was watching him, he spread his wings and headed for the most lonesome corner of the Green Forest.

“I’m foolish.  I know I’m foolish, " he muttered.  “But I’ve just got to have another look in that

old nest of Redtail the Hawk.  I just can’t get it out of my head that that was an egg, a great, big, white egg, that I saw there yesterday.  It won’t do any harm to have another look, anyway.”