wire above was a big robin all hunched up, and on each side of him was a sparrow. Occasionally the robin would turn around and face the opposite direction; the two sparrows would do likewise. Finally mother quietly opened the door and threw out some pieces of bread; the robin flew away but the sparrows came down one by one getting a piece and flying away out of sight.[i]
                                                                   Sunday March 19, 1911
     To-day has been much like yesterday. In the early morning heavy frost covered the ground, but the sky overhead was covered with pale grey clouds and a fog was settling down over everything. Bluejays were constantly sending their “Cleenk, Cleenk” thruthe quiet air. Outside a songsparrow began to sing. I went to the window; there he was, perched on a windmill on the tool house, swelling his little speckled breast and throat with each burst of melody. As I looked out at the cheerless weather, I wondered what joy he could see in it, to sing so happily. But a songsparrow is a songsparrow and will ever delight man’s heart on cheerless March mornings. Long I watched him and listened to his song, that grew more sweet each time he