JANUARY. 



Endlessly stretches the snow 



The sun stays low 



The pinched airs flow 



Through shivering tree-heads bare, 



Scant windy birds are in air 



And the lead-blue film is everywhere; 



The deeps of the woods lie near 



The footless ways are clear 



Sconced in the sleep of the year. 



Glisten and freeze on field and pond 



The lines are unbound! 



And the gamut is stript to the ends and beyond. 



It is now that the four winds meet 

 'Tis now that the world's in my feet, 

 Call of my heart, be fleet, be fleet! 



lo 



The snow! 



L. H. Bailey. 



OME years ago an eminent naturalist 

 said that January was a favorable 

 time to begin the study of birds. 

 Since then the same opinion and 

 the same reasons supporting it have 

 been urged by a number of writers 

 of bird literature. 



I can neither agree with the opinion nor the 

 reasons assigned in support of it. It is true that 



