He managed daily to leave some offering at the big elm log for his black chickens.

He slipped under the line at every passing, and went to make sure that nothing was molesting them.

Though it was a long trip, he paid them several extra visits a day for fear a snake, hawk, or fox might have found the baby.

For now his chickens not only represented all his former interest in them, but they furnished the inducement that was bringing his Angel.
Possibly he could find other subjects that the Bird Woman wanted.

The teamster had said that his brother went after her every time he found a nest.