. The Catskills . grass. Whether it was hisshadow that he was after, or merely a mouse,I cant say. But why three times? Then, there are two friends of winter that Icall my wood-pile birds. The blue-jay alwayscomes around to see what is doing when I get outthe ax. He is very curious, but will never quiteadmit it. He skulks around, and works up con-siderable indignation if there is no notice , for all his apparent temper and harsh scold-ing, he is enjoying it. He likes to be about andto be admired, and, as he is a fine sight betweenlogs, we are both suited. When the cardinalcomes round,
. The Catskills . grass. Whether it was hisshadow that he was after, or merely a mouse,I cant say. But why three times? Then, there are two friends of winter that Icall my wood-pile birds. The blue-jay alwayscomes around to see what is doing when I get outthe ax. He is very curious, but will never quiteadmit it. He skulks around, and works up con-siderable indignation if there is no notice , for all his apparent temper and harsh scold-ing, he is enjoying it. He likes to be about andto be admired, and, as he is a fine sight betweenlogs, we are both suited. When the cardinalcomes round, I am content. The cardinal is some-thing to give thanks for. In spring, when hissong attains a haunting richness of tone, he is asperfect as a courtier can be. The song is but asweet whistle, a prelude—to what? Ah! that ishis secret—and yours. He starts the are a poor lover if your heart cannot go onwith it. All bird songs are like that. They all startsomething that they will not finish. The purple.
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