THE WINTER WOODS 



To many the thought of the deep woods in winter is one of utter desolation and solitude. 

 But a tramp through their snowy aisles will usually reveal a few furred or feathered inhabitants 

 who do not seem depressed by their cheerless surroundings. A rabbit may scurry away in 

 a panic of fright, or a squirrel scold from an adjacent tree at your intrusion. Overhead 

 may be heard the call of the bluejay, his color doubly brilliant in the neutral tones of 

 the woods. Perhaps a vigorous tapping above you may enable you to discover a downy or 

 a hairy woodpecker at his work; again, it may be the quiet complacent "quank" of the 

 nuthatch as he inspects the tree trunks for larvae, or a group of chickadees may be discovered, 

 searching the twigs for insect eggs, chatting the while in the appealing chickadee tongue. 



