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the Bluebird. He seems to be satisfied with Nature's store. I began 

 early in the fall and put out bones and suet for the Woodpecker, Nut- 

 hatch and Chicadee and for the two latter I cracked butternuts tilM had 

 used a half bushel of them and when they were gone I resorted to pea- 

 nuts, which I fed raw, shelling and chopping them fine, and I used 15 

 quarts in all. 



The wary crow even, has come to "pick the bones" in the apple tree, 

 not more than 25 feet from my door, but he always came very early in 

 the morning, just at daybreak, thinking there would be no one stirring. 

 I have seen three at one time picking a scanty breakfast from the 

 bones, but a face at the window was all that was necessary to cause 

 them to take wing and with loud "cawing" hastily seek safer quarters. 

 The sweet little Chicadee seemed the least suspicious of any of my 

 flock and he readily took food from my hand and as long as I kept 

 perfectly still, was contented to sit and eat, casting wondering side 

 glances at me occasionally. Both he and the Nuthatch seemed to fear 

 that their food supply would run out, for they carried away great 

 quantities of the nuts and hid them underneath the bark of trees and in 

 cracks in the shed, everywhere and anywhere they could find a place to 

 tuck them away and here the little Brown Creeper, with curved and 

 slender bill, finds an abundant food supply and I can imagine poor 

 little "Dee's" disappointment when he goes to look for some of the 

 dainty morsels he has so carefully tucked away. The Downy and 

 Hairy Woodpecker have both been callers, the former constant but the 

 latter only occasional, and last winter is the first time I have seen him 

 in this locality and he seemed to heartily enjoy the suet which hung in 

 a temporary cedar (one which adorned my parlor as a Christmas tree) 

 and not 10 feet from my door, where I stuck it in a snow bank. 



I was much surprised, late in December, to receive a call from a 

 Cedar Waxwing. I first noticed him eating the dried grapes that hung 

 to a vine on my back shed, so I threw out some seeded raisins which 

 he seemed to enjoy greatly. He also fed on the berries of a honey- 

 suckle, which covers a porch; his visit was short as I missed him after 

 two or three days. My greatest surprise, however, was to see, one 

 very cold day in January, a Song Sparrow nestled in the vine on the 

 south side of our shed. He looked cold and forlorn so I at once set 

 about making him comfortable. I arranged a shelf on the shed high 

 up and partially hid it with cedar boughs and then scattered grass seed 

 over it. He very soon got it and ate ravenously, but one very cold 

 morning after a visit of only three or four days, I missed him and 

 suspect he was frozen on his perch at night. 



