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WHERE JUNCO SLEEPS. 
well, they really wer’n't scared quite out of their wits, and they had plenty of 
time to get back into bed after we were gone. Besides, variety is the spice of life 
—even of a Snowbird’s. But the boys! Say, Jones, how old are you, anyway? 
When the first warm days of March bring up the Bluebirds and the 
Robins, the Juncoes get the spring fever. But they do not rush off to fill 
premature graves in the still snowy north. The company musters instead 
in the tree-tops on the quiet side of the woods, and indulges in a grand eistedd- 
fod. Iam sure that the birds are a little Welch and that this term is strictly 
correct. All sing at once a sweet little tinkling trill, not very pretentious, 
but tender and winsome. Interspersed with this is a variety of sipping and 
suckling notes whose uses are hard to discern. Now and then also a kissing 
note, of repulsion instead of attraction, is heard, such as is employed during 
the breeding season to frighten enemies. During the progress of the concert 
some dashing young fellow, unable fully to express his emotion in song, runs 
amuck and goes charging about through the woodsy mazes in a fine frenzy, 
without, however, quite spilling his brains. Others catch the infection, and 
I have seen a score at once in a mad whirl of this harmless excitement. 
Juncoes linger surprisingly late sometimes, well on into April or even 
