THE BIRDS’ CHRISTMAS TREE Ok 
two conspicuous white tarl-feathers, tell his name to any one 
who wishes to know it. 
The Junco is an autumn and winter visitor only, being 
away from May until late September, as he nests north- 
ward from New York and Connecticut. When the flocks 
first return, you will be puzzled by many birds of the shape 
and build of Juncoes, but who are wearing more or less 
striped clothes; these are the young of the year. 
“Five new birds in one morning! I wish Tommy had 
been here,” said Sarah; ‘but perhaps he knows them 
already; Tommy knows a lot you can’t see because it’s 
down so deep.” 
“You must find us a new bird, too, before we go in to 
lunch, Miss Wilde,’’ said Goldilocks. 
“‘T have been looking at, not one, but a dozen, while you 
have been watching the Kinglet and Myrtle Warbler. 
Look over the gate-arch across toward the house. Do 
you see something moving among the bunches of ripe 
spruce cones?” 
“T see birds moving, but I want to go nearer.” So the 
party managed, by walking quietly, to reach the trees where 
the birds were feeding without disturbing them in the 
least. 
“There are two kinds of birds up there,’ said Sarah, 
presently, for it was her turn to use the opera-glasses. 
“They are both rather red. One is darker than the other 
and has no white on him. The other is lighter red and 
has some white on the wings and tail. Why, Gray Lady! 
their beaks are out of joint at the end and don’t shut tight. 
I wonder what can have happened to the poor things. 
I thought at first they might be wild parrots.” 
