Some Winter Guests 9 



ion in the air beside it, passed insects into its 

 mouth. 



One day last spring I was delighted on return- 

 ing from a lecture tour of several months dura- 

 tion, to be met in the lane, half a mile from my 

 home, by a band of chickadees and escorted to 

 the house by my little friends, first one and then 

 another of whom would fly to my hands or 

 shoulders. 



