BIRD WORLD IN WINTER. 



WE will go well out of city or village, and, as 

 birds are creatures of habit, we will take 

 counsel of some one whose long acquaintance with 

 them has let him into their secrets, to know^ where to 

 find them. 



Are we afraid to venture out directly after a storm ? 

 The way to some partial clearing in the woods may 

 be rough, but w^here tiny birds can be merry and 

 light-hearted we will not mind if the frost stings our 

 ears and finger-tips. 



The woods in this case are in Ohio, and the one to 

 tell us of them is Mr. Leander S. Keyser. The first 

 sound that echoes through the woods is the vigorous 

 bugle of the hardy Carolina Wren. The most of the 

 winter birds go in straggling flocks, but this little 

 hero of many storms is apt to be alone. 



Mr. Chapman calls this restless, excitable bird a 

 " feathered Jack-in-a-box," bobbing about, gesticulating 

 with his expressive tail, and seldom in sight more 

 than a minute at a time. He sings as he goes, with 

 a vocabulary so rich he has been called the Mocking 

 Wren. 



How can we help shivering to see a little commu- 

 nity of Tree Sparrows holding a winter carnival in 



