CELAP Ui ix. it 
THE VAGARIES OF OUR CLIMATE—UNPRECE- 
DENTED WEATHER AND NOTES ON SOME 
BIRDS 
On looking out of my bedroom window this 
morning (April 24, 1908), my astonishment 
was great at seeing everything covered with 
a deep mantle of snow! Trees and bushes 
bent low with their unaccustomed burden, 
a sight that probably no living person had 
seen so late in the year in London. But the 
sun gleamed out over it all, the month was 
true to its reputation. During one of these 
bursts of sunshine I observed my garden. 
The may tree was indeed a strange sight. 
It is the rendezvous of my sparrows, especi- 
ally on winter mornings. They sit on the 
outer twigs, the warmest perch in the garden, 
getting here all the warmth they can, as 
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