. My garden neighbors; true stories of nature's children . f the coldest nights of winter, 158 THE NEIGHBOR IN RED and the next morning the garden looked morefrosty than ever. Nevertheless, the cardinalwas on hand quite early. ^Good cheer! good cheer! he w^histled. The man heard it before he sat down tobreakfast, opened the door, and looked out. Good cheer! good cheer! — three cheers!three cheers! whistled the cardinal, andwent sailing away, to disappear beyond thegarden fence. Just look at the courage of him, said theman softly to himself. That clear, merrywhistle on a cold morning like this
. My garden neighbors; true stories of nature's children . f the coldest nights of winter, 158 THE NEIGHBOR IN RED and the next morning the garden looked morefrosty than ever. Nevertheless, the cardinalwas on hand quite early. ^Good cheer! good cheer! he w^histled. The man heard it before he sat down tobreakfast, opened the door, and looked out. Good cheer! good cheer! — three cheers!three cheers! whistled the cardinal, andwent sailing away, to disappear beyond thegarden fence. Just look at the courage of him, said theman softly to himself. That clear, merrywhistle on a cold morning like this puts cour-age into even a man. Again came the notes of the cardinal. Hewas sounding his rich, rolling, rollickingmelody. Three cheers! three cheers! three cheers! Cold weather did not make him gloomy;he was not a particle worried; he was sing-ing. What a lesson to the caretaker! O, tobe in such spirit as the cardinal! O, to makeas well of things as he does! O, to face drearaspects with a heart as glad as his, and a tuneas cheery! 159 IMPOSING ON OTHERS. XIIMPOSING ON OTHERS Our plans do not always work out just aswe had hoped. There are many disappoint-ments awaiting us all, many of them as greatas our strength can endure. Life does not runsmoothly anywhere. Why, then, should we expect to see every-thing in the bird-world go according to ourideas? Wherever you find life, there youfind an element of sadness and of tragedy. There is one bird that seems like a blot ona part of Gods fair creation, and whose do-ings have stirred more than one mans senseof justice. The creature guilty of such highmisdemeanors is the cowbird. The man will not soon forget the first timehe saw a mother cowbird. He wonderedwhat kind of bird it was. He noted that itwas of a dark brownish-gray color, somewhatlighter below. He did not know enough aboutbirds to identify it. 163 MY GARDEN NEIGHBORS But there were two things about it thatseemed quite different from any other birdshe had seen. One of these wa
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