IV 



LITTLE HOMES IN THE LEAVES 



IT is the last of April, and for a few 

 brief hours the sky has caught the very- 

 smile of June. The wind and the sun 

 may think better of it in half an hour 

 and send us a cutting hail-storm, but 

 coquettish April is wearing her sweetest 

 smile just at this moment. 



Underfoot there are still traces of 

 mud time, for the frost has been very 

 slow in coming out this year. 



Bluebird has been prospecting for a 

 suitable place to build his nest for weeks, 

 and robin has been upon the same quest 

 for a few days, but active nest-building 

 has not yet begun. 



With alternating sun and rain, heat 



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