I think it was in the beginning of September that I was working in the garden, when a robin began to sing on the top of a hedge close by.
Presently I heard the robin stop abruptly, then a funny little broken song began. Again the robin sang loudly, and again the funny little song began. I looked up and saw the robin with three little ones round him, and found he was teaching the little ones to sing. When he stopped his song he looked round at the little ones and they began to try and copy his song.
Something frightened them, and they all flew away.