BIRD STORIES 



D.D." He picked at it with his head down and called, 

 ^^ Chick, D.D.D.D.D.D.D., Chick, D.D." He flew here 

 and there, too gay with happiness to stay long anywhere? 

 and found presents tied to other branches, too. At each 

 one he sang ^^ Chick, D.D., Chick, D.D.D. Dee Deee 

 Deeee/' It was, 'indeed" the song of a hungry bird 

 who had found good rich suet to nibble. 



The Farmer Boy smiled when he heard it, and waited, 

 for he thought others would hear it, too. And they did. 

 Two birds with black-feather cap and bib heard it and 

 came; and before they had had time to go frantic with 

 delight and song, three others just like them came, and 

 then eight more, and by that time there was such a 

 ^^ Chick "-ing and ''D.D."-ing and such a whisking to 

 and fro of black caps and black bibs, that no one paid 

 much attention when Minister Chick, D.D., himself, 

 perched on a branch for a minute, and gave the sweetest 

 little warble that was ever heard on a winter's day. 

 Then he whistled ^' Fee-bee" very clearly, and went to 

 eating again, heeding the Farmer Boy no more than if 

 he were not there at all. 



And he was n't there very long; for he was hungry, 

 too; and that made him think about the good whiff he 

 had smelled when he went through the kitchen with the 

 snowshoes under his arm, just before he strapped them 

 over his moccasins outside the door. 



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