In Winter Quarters 



hesitate to bring certain other forms of 

 life to an abrupt close. A killing frost 

 had already shaken down the bar- 

 berry leaves that had sheltered brown 

 thrushes and their babies from mid- 

 summer suns and prying eyes. The 

 rabbits will profit by this, as they will 

 have snug cover when the snowdrifts 

 come. A pair of friendly burr oaks 

 parted with the foliage that had once 

 been dear to wrens and robins, in an 

 effort at protecting from the rigors 

 now at hand a bed of pansies that have 

 been a perfect riot of black and brown 

 and blue and pink and white and gold 

 week after week all season through. 

 They are discouraged now because of 

 the cold wet storms of recent days, 

 and have evidently made up their 

 minds to give it up for this year, and 

 trust to the trees about them to see 

 them safely through 'til spring. And 

 the trees, observing their plight, have 

 come to their aid. When I went out 

 there the other day the day of the 



