WILDWOOD WAYS 



of dense evergreens, more than likely 

 among close-set cedars where the blue 

 cedar-berries are still sweet and plenty. 

 But we have had many days in this Janu- 

 ary of 1909 when the bluebirds have had 

 a right to feel called to at least take a 

 hurried glimpse at the bird boxes or the 

 holes in the old apple trees, just as people 

 take a flying trip to the summer cottage 

 on a warm Sunday; they know they 

 can't stay, but it is delightful to just look 

 it over and plan. 



I think the crows, though they are 

 tough old winter residents, have some- 

 thing of the same impulse to plan nests 

 and make eyes and cooing conversation, 

 one to another. To-day I heard, in the 

 pine treetops of a little pasture wood 

 where several pair nest every year, the 

 unmistakable note. In that great song 

 of Solomon which the whole outdoor 

 no 



