Storks' nests there had been in plenty, but all were empty.

But at Wier, close to St.Jacobie Parochie, was a nest on a pole beside the road, and on this nest was a stork.

The Dutch, I think, have no more endearing trait than their kindness to this bird.

Once at any rate their solicitude was grotesque, although serviceable, for Ireland tells of a young stork with a broken leg for which a wooden leg was substituted.

Upon this jury limb the bird lived happily for thirty years.
The stork alone among Dutch birds is sacred, but he is not alone in feeling secure.