sun came up higher and brighter and the robins could not sing enough; almost frantically they seemed to pour forth their full notes to the sunshine. Blue-jays began to awaken and to send their shrill “Cleenk Cleenk”, thru the morning air.  It was too much for me. I had to take a walk outdoors to see and hear more of these singers.
     As I started out the sun was getting well up in the sky and was very bright and cheerful; the heavens were without a cloud; the air was cool and fresh, and a light frost had touched lightly on the grass.  When I was going out High St. the robins seemed to have come in flocks; they ran and strutted over the streets, in pairs, in threes and in fours, puffing out their bright-colored breasts; they assembled in bushes and trees, darting hither and thither giving shrill cries and occasionally singing; they flew in little flocks thru the air.
     As I neared the frog-pond, the robins disappeared and now song-sparrows were making the air ring with their delightful melody; from every bush and tree they sang and fluttered, in the long marsh-grasses surrounding the frozen glittering pond they crept in and out, ever