OUR FEATHERED WINTER RESIDENTS 
‘O cheery bird of Winter cold, 
I bless thy every feather; 
Thy voice brings back dear boyhood days, 
When we were gay together.’’ 
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\ S the last lingering days of late Summer merge into the 
/“A flaming glory of those of early Autumn, most of our 
feathered songsters begin their migrations to warmer 
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climes. Great flocks of blackbirds, meadow larks and robins 
may be seen wending their way southward, intermingling in 
perfect peace and contentment as they stop at intervals on their 
long journey, for food and drink. 
While these, and thousands of others of our feathered 
neighbors, take up their Winter residence in warmer latitudes, 
the more hardy of our birds are preparing for the season of cold 
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weather in practically the same localities where they raised their 3/<i 
broods or sang their ditties of love during the Spring and Sum- 
mer. They seek the evergreen woods, or appropriate the clefts 
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and crevices of decaying deciduous trees. Hardy birds as they 
are, these retreats amply protect them from the icy blasts of 
Winter, even though the struggle for existence is a precarious 
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