The calico cat watches greedily as the parade of barnyard fowls passes by; she watches the pigeons and the sparrows fly down; she watches the rabbits come out from under the barn. She yearns for a tasty morsel but she does not dare to spring. Now she sees the brown rats and knows that rats are fair game for a hungry cat. As an introduction to barnyard birds this is handicapped by the Ipcar spectrum of ochre, orange, pink and blue; as a story--and it is barely a story--it suffers from a style which is some-what pretentious for the intended age group. (""Hunched up in silent longing, she crouches, holding herself in readiness to spring."") That cat had us worried--but not enough.