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NEWS FROM THE BIRDS. 



would soon recover their balance. Yet they 

 seemed to utter their disgust at such treacher- 

 ous perches by impatient chirps. One of them 

 flew to the bole of a dogwood sapling, and 



The chickadee's Nvinter breakfast. 



clinging there almost like a nuthatch, thrust his 

 bill into a small hole in tlie bark and tried to 

 pry and pick out a toothsome morsel of some 

 kind. He worked with so much zest that he 

 deserved success, whether he won it or not. 



