MY CHICADEE FRIENDS 111 



so often found in small flocks of seven or eight, it 

 seems more than likely that each family remains 

 united until the approach of spring and the nesting 

 season. 



The last I saw of my Chicadee friends was 

 towards the end of summer, when the glory of the 

 year was passing. The leaves on the trees had lost 

 their fresh green colour, and most of the plants had 

 finished growing. Insects were searching for places 

 where they might safely hide their eggs until the 

 following spring should come, and the Chicadees, as 

 they hunted for these insects and their eggs, were 

 doing their part in the great order of the things of 

 nature. 



