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filled with water from the brook. The opening of this little 
shelter faced the south, so that the birds might be protected from 
y. the north wind. Before leaving the place I searched about the 
vicinity to see how the birds had weathered the storm. Under 
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a low-hanging cedar on the edge of an adjoining piece of timber 
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land, I found traces which indicated that my birds had found 
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shelter from the severe northerly blasts. I did not see the Bob 
Whites this particular morning; they were probably out feed¬ 
ing as best they could among the snowdrifts. 
It was still snowing when I started for the city, about two 
miles distant. The immaculate white landscape and its beauti- 
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ful surroundings were formed into a blurry vision as the snow 
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was blown about in a blinding disarray. Even at that I was 
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not alone in my chilly walk to town. A tiny tufted titmouse 
and several chickadees that accompanied me part of the way 
kept cheering me on with their sweet twittering, hopping from 
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twig to twig a few feet above my head, maintaining their inces- 
sant chatter. It was bird cheer of the most entrancing variety 
for a day like this. A red flash flared ahead of me as a cardinal 
flitted from a snow-laden shelter in quest of food, but I doubt 
if he was successful. A rabbit started from his form in a patch 
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