BIRD STORIES 



mighty trees, but they acted as pilots to hungry birds 

 less skillful than themselves in finding the best feeding- 

 places. '^ Chick, D.D.D.D.D./' they called in thanks- 

 giving, as they found great plenty; and warblers and 

 kinglets and creepers and many a bird beside knew the 

 sound, and gathered there to share the bountiful feast 

 that Chick, D.D. had discovered. 



The gorgeous autumn came, the brighter, by the way, 

 for the leaves that Chick had saved. The Bob-o-links, 

 in traveling suits, had already left for the prairies of 

 Brazil and Paraguay, by way of Florida and Jamaica. 

 The strange honk of geese floated down from V-shaped 

 flocks, as if they were calling, ^'Southward Ho!" The 

 red-winged blackbirds gave a wonderful farewell chorus. 

 Flock by flock and kind by kind, the migrating birds 

 departed. 



WHY? 



Well, never ask Chick, D.D. The north with its 

 snows is good enough for him. Warblers may go and 

 nuthatches may come. 'T is all one to Chick. He is not 

 a bird to follow fashions others set. 



This bird-of-the-happy-heart has courage to meet the 

 coldest day with a joyous note of welcome. The winter 

 is cheerier for his song. And, as you have guessed, it is 

 not by word alone that he renders service. The trees 

 of the north are the healthier for his presence. BecausQ 



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