NOVEMBER'S BIRDS OF THE HEAVENS 



S the whirling; winds of win- 

 ter's edge strip the trees 

 bare of their last leaves, the 

 leaden sky of the eleventh 

 month seems to push its cold face closer to earth. Who 

 can tell when the northern sparrows first arrive? A whirl 

 of brown leaves scatters in front of us; some fall back to 

 earth ; others rise and perch in the thick briers, sombre 

 little white-throated and tree sparrows! These brown- 



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