2 SOME BIRDS AND A TOWN GARDEN 
disagreeable months for the city dweller, are 
gone. The evening meal, regularly taken 
at six o'clock is at last no more sat down to 
by gashght, the evenings have lengthened 
out gradually but surely. Each midday we 
have noticed that the sun has been higher in 
the heavens and this fact has been to us like 
the rainbow of promise telling of warmer and 
finer days now near. The garden has been 
forsaken the past few months, and except that 
we have sauntered out occasionally to break 
the ice upon the little garden pond and to 
feed the goldfish in it with ants’ eggs and to 
see that they are all right, we have not set foot 
amongst the flower beds at all. Not even 
has the sight of the faithful little robin that 
roosts in the ivy, and has frequented the 
bushes or come with the sparrows to the 
window-sill for crumbs, tempted us, and we 
have been content to observe the busy little 
tom-tit (blue-tit) that has often shown him- 
self in the may bush or old plum tree, from 
indoors. But as we stand here now at the 
window, we feel the warmth of the sun’s rays 
