A WINTER BIRD-STUDY. 59 



my movements. His body is erect, his wings 

 slightly drooped, and as he stands there motion- 

 less, with dark, earnest eyes fixed upon me, I 

 cannot doubt his intelligence, nor that he has 

 his own well-defined opinions about me. He 

 seems at this moment to be gravely pondering 

 the mysterious differences between us two, so 

 friendly yet so far apart, so loving yet so un- 

 like. 



