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OUR BIRDS IN WINTER. 
day, and now retained much of the warmth 
that had been shed on it, he was soon lost in 
the land of dreams. 
CHAPTER ly. 
The morning sun had just begun to gild the 
fleecy clouds in the east on the succeeding 
day, when our friends were astir, busy in the 
old orchard and among the scattered trees on 
the hillside in their search for a breakfast. 
Soon their wants were satisfied, when the 
birds, at old Chick-a-dee’s suggestion, flew at 
once to the swamp where they had left Mr. 
Woodcock on the evening before. What was 
their surprise to find that he had for a com- 
panion a Mrs. Woodcock, whose husband and 
family were killed the summer before by a 
prowling fox. Woodcock, who was in earnest 
and familiar conversation with the widow, 
when they were joined by the other birds, 
was not a little confused to be thus caught ; 
