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Clear as crystal comes the answer. 

 " Chick-a-dee-dee. Why, don't you see, I 

 am the herald of winter. Chick-a-dee- 

 dee — Chick-a-dee-dee." 



Well done, little chap ; but I see you 

 are not alone, for the woods are full of 

 your mates, all pecking away on limbs 

 and tree trunks and calling '' Chick-a- 

 dee-dee '' in the blithest manner. 



Down in the bark of every tree in the 

 forest as well as on its surface the borer 

 and the bark louse are at work, and this 

 army of pest hunters have come to the 

 rescue. If the army of chickadees and 

 creepers were to be exterminated our 

 forests would soon suffer. 



Here is another busy little fellow, but 

 he is not so tastefully dressed as chickadee. 



This is the nuthatch, perhaps the most 

 remarkable of all the creepers. See him 

 hang head-downward, while with his 



