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All About the Chickadee

Robin Redbreast
Merry Robin Redbreast
The Robin's Red Breast
Which Was the Wiser?
All About the Robin

The Swallow
Under the Eaves
The Swallows
All About the Barn Swallow

The Hawk and the Raven
From the Barnyard Fence
The First Hawk
Origin of the Raven and the Macaw
All About the Chicken-Hawk
All About the Raven

The Kingfisher
With the Water Watchman
The Halcyon Birds
All About the Kingfisher

The Red-Headed Woodpecker
In Cap of Red
A Legend of the Northland
All About the Woodpecker

The Lark
In the Meadow
The Song of the Merry Lark
Saved by a Lark
All About the Meadow Lark

The Owl
A Good-Night
The Owl (Tennyson)
The Owl Girl
The Owl and the Raven
The Owl (Shakespeare)
All About the Barred or Hoot Owl

The Bobolink
A Summer Song
Robert of Lincoln
All About the Bobolink or Rice-Bird

The Sea-Doves and the Great Blue Heron
Beside the Sea
Sea-Pigeons
The Sandpiper
The Circling of Cranes
All About the Great Blue Heron or Blue Crane
All About the Sea-Dove

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

"He came quite close and stared at the little
girl" (see page 4) . . . . . . Frontispiece

"By this time the robin was on the ground"

"'No robin or chickadee could build such nests as the swallow'"

"On a branch sat a bird. He was considerably larger than a robin"

"The owl only blinked his great eyes"

"'She is sitting on a nestful of light blue eggs'"

THE CHICKADEE

OR SNOWBIRD

[Illustration: The Chickadee]

IN THE SNOW

It was a bright, wintry day. The frost jewels sparkled on the snow.
The winds blew cutting cold from the north.

Phyllis, in her scarlet coat and cap, and long, warm leggings, waded in
the deepest drifts she could find.

Out by the garden fence was the greatest drift. After floundering
through it, Phyllis climbed up and perched on the top rail of the fence.

She sat quite still, for she was almost breathless after her struggle
in the snow.

Suddenly, just over her head, Phyllis heard a whistle. She started so
that she almost fell from the fence.

Again came the whistle, clear, sweet, and long drawn out. Phyllis
looked up, and there on the branch of the elm-tree sat a cheery little
bird.

With a third whistle he flew down to the fence and perched beside
Phyllis.

He came quite close and stared at the little girl in a gay, curious
manner, a