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it, and they seem to enjoy it so much, and I have spent lots of time watching 

 them. 



We had cups of water for them to drink out of until it got to be such cold 

 weather. 



One Sunday morning I saw a little Nuthatch go into a bird house and get 

 its breakfast, and then it came out again. They are such nice birds, I think. 

 I have seen a Woodpecker several times. They like to pick up the crumbs, too. 



I have seen just one Robin this winter. 



There have been so many Sparrows that I think they have kept the other 

 birds away, but I have fed them, for I didn't like to see them hungry. Lots 

 of them pick away at the meat every day. 



I have so much enjoyed feeding the birds and watching them eat, this 

 winter, that I shall try and see how much I can do for them after this. — 

 Gertrude M. Young (aged 9). Third grade. 



[This little glimpse of feeding wild birds at home during the winter shows how 

 easily and naturally one may acquire the habit of making home grounds attractive to 

 the few feathered folk which frequent the 

 locality in cold weather. Better yet, it shows 

 how much true pleasure may be had by the 

 simplest means. An indoor study of the 

 food habits of the birds which visit a winter 

 lunch-counter would add interest to the 

 outdoor observations made in this connec- 

 tion.— A. H. \V.] 



Feeding Wild Birds in "Winter in a 

 Large City 



One day last summer, my brother 

 made me a bird-box and we put it in our 

 front yard. It was filled with birdseed 

 and nuts, and a bowl of water put in 

 one corner. Finally, after about a week, 

 I happened to look out and saw a pretty 

 little Chickadee on the box, eating as 

 fast as he coidd. This is a snapshot 

 of the Chickadee.— Frances Glessner, 

 i~o6 Prairie Avenue, Chicago. 



MY CHICKADEE 



Winter Bird Feeding 



The day after Thanksgiving I made a small bird-house. I did not have 

 any luck until January 12, 19 13. A pair of Nuthatches kept coming in their 

 turn to the house after fried cake. One Nuthatch acted afraid, as if someone 

 was going to catch him. He would light on the roof, go down one corner, and 



