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the same call they do in the daytime. I hear 

 them, too, several days before I see them — pretty 

 good evidence that they have very little inter- 

 course with sublunary things when they first 

 reach their winter haunts. Of all our birds it 

 seems to me that bunting has the best right to 

 bear the name of snowbird of any that I know. 

 His color, song and habits all tend snowward, 

 and I know of no other creature that gets quite 

 so near to the heart of the cold driving storm. 

 When bunting gets his wings into close touch 

 with the wings of the storm both storm and bird 

 seem to delight in the fellowship. One of my 

 free gramophones has place in my "house beau- 

 tiful " when bunting and storm join as one in a 

 carnival of song. Someway the songs are all old 

 and just as clearly all new. No repetitions ever, 

 naught in the entertainment they give but the 

 blessed unison of voices that never pall upon the 

 eager taste of " the ear that hears." 



I have seen this week a small flock of yellow- 

 birds. They came into the field near the rectory 

 and really seemed to act as though they were just 

 home from a foreign land. I have the notion 

 that birds, like human beings, have times of 



