I feed each flock morning and evening at their own little house.

They know they'll get no food even if they come to my house, so they stay at home.

And they know they'll get no food between times, so all day long they pick and scratch in the orchard, and destroy so many bugs and insects that it more than pays for the trouble of keeping them there." "Doesn't this flock want to mix up with the other ?" asked Miss Laura, as she stepped into the little wooden house.
"No; they seem to understand.

I keep my eye on them for a while at first, and they soon find out that they're not to fly either over the garden fence or the orchard fence.

They roam over the farm and pick up what they can get.