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above and earth-brown below, the latter 

 shading to cream-color on the belly. 



Chickadee 

 While walking along in mid-winter, 

 with the cold fairly piercing one's cloth- 

 ing, and seeming to reach the very bone, 

 is there anything more inspiring than to 

 see a flock of Chickadees (Plate 12, p. 

 97) busily feeding; the little balls of 

 feathers not seeming to feel the cold by 

 which we are chilled. They apparently 

 care not what the temperature is, for 

 they sing their clear whistle, or give 

 their Chick-a-dee-dee-dee note at any 

 time of the year. In summer they are 

 rarely seen, and one would think that 

 they had left the place, but they have 

 not. They have gone only to more se- 

 cluded spots, in which to rear their 

 young. 



