In Winter 



ful, nevertheless keep right close to the 

 southern border-lines of my own country, 

 and are indeed never so far away but that 

 they are able to take quick advantage of 

 every mild spell of any length at all for a 

 stealthy excursion northward, even to my 

 very door. 



Included in this number are the Meadow 

 Lark, Flicker, Kingfisher, the big, sweet- 

 voiced Carolina Wren, and, as a matter of 

 course, the Robin. 



And now for the other class of birds 

 wintering in our middle-Atlantic zone — 

 those that spend their summers to the 

 north of us, and are therefore not our 

 own, but merely visitants during the cold 

 weather. 



Included in it are the ubiquitous Snow 

 Bunting and the soHtary Winter Wren. 



I find these two together by going to a 

 woods up along the Schuylkill, just this 

 side of that same Indian Creek I have 

 mentioned several times in these pages. 



It is a picturesque place even in the 

 bleak, declining days of February. 



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