Three Feathered Mites 
things—you can hear this cheerful note, 
and see a tiny brown form creeping 
about the banks and turning over the 
dead and withered leaves, and even 
exploring the holes and hollows of old 
trees in the hope of finding food. 
Vainly the insects hope to hide them- 
selves away for the winter, and to lay 
their eggs in safe corners and snug 
hiding-places. Jenny Wren’s keen eyes 
and sharp-pointed beak find them out ; 
and so she manages to live and thrive 
through the long, cold winter months 
until the spring comes round once 
more. 
And if the spring-time seems a joyful 
time to us, and a pleasant change after 
the winter, what a relief it must be to 
all the wild things in the hedges, fields, 
and woods! A hard struggle many of 
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