Chickadee. Black-Capped Titmouse 



It fairly overflows with good spirits, and is never more 

 contagiously gay than in a snow-storm. 



NELTJE BLANCHAN. Bird Neighbors. 23 



His jollity is absolutely contagious. The man that can 

 listen to his rollicking outburst and not smile in sympathy, 

 mark my words, that man is a villain He pre- 

 sents a very practical claim upon our admiration in the 

 fact that, from a series of careful observations once made 

 at Paris, it has been estimated that a single specimen of 

 this species, at the lowest computation, destroys annually 

 two hundred thousand eggs alone of noxious insects. 



PARKHURST. The Birds' Calendar. 31 



They are never silent. It is a matter of chick-a-dee-dee, 

 or tsee-deet, or phe-bee, all the day long, the last of the 

 three notes perhaps being a love-call. 



ABBOTT. Birds About Us. 27 



There is no sorrow in thy song, 



No winter in thy year. EMERSON. 



The Titmouse 



You shall not be overbold 

 When you deal with Arctic cold, 

 As late I found my lukewarm blood 

 Chilled, wading in the snow-choked wood, 

 How should I fight? my foeman fine 

 Has million arms to one of mine : 



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