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came to like this food.
"'It came to pass, after many days, that the turkey buzzard, being directed by the Great Spirit, found the feathery uniforms.
"'He at once began to look them over. He intended to choose the most beautiful coat of feathers for himself and his family.
"'Soon he found a suit of most gorgeous colours. He tried it on, and looked at his own reflection in the water. The dress was very beautiful. Well pleased with himself and his dress the turkey buzzard gathered up the remaining uniforms and started for home.
"'But alas! the new dress, although so beautiful, did not fit comfortably. The poor bird found that he could not fly well in his new dress. He tried another and still another bright coloured dress, but in none of them was he comfortable.
"'At length, quite discouraged, he slipped into a quiet, dark uniform. Although this suit was the least beautiful it fitted comfortably and gracefully. In it the turkey buzzard flew away home, and in such uniform have his family ever since been content to dress.
"'The turkey buzzards are quite willing to leave the more gorgeous dresses for those birds who cannot fly so far nor so gracefully as they.'"

CHILLY LITTLE CHICKADEES[1]
Chilly little chickadees, Sitting in a row, Chilly little chickadees, Buried in the snow, Don't you find it very cold For your little feet? Don't you find it hard to get Anything to eat?
Hungry little chickadees, Would you like some bread? I will give you all you want, Or some seed, instead, Anything you like to eat I will give you free, Every morning, every night, If you come to me.
Jolly little chickadees, Have you had enough? Don't forget to come again When the weather's rough. Bye, bye, happy little birds! Off the wee things swarm, Plying through the driving snow, Singing in the storm.

[1] From "Songs and Games for Little Ones," by permission of Oliver Ditson Company, owners of the copyright.

ALL ABOUT THE CHICKADEE
SUGGESTIONS FOR FIELD LESSONS.
Does not go south in winter.
Song--two or three clear long whistles and the chirping of his own name, "chickadee."
A gay, curious little bird.
Black head and throat--sides of head and neck white--breast grayish buff--wings and tail darker shade edged with white--larger feathers of shoulders white.
Food--seeds and dormant insects or larval eggs.--Valuable as an insect destroyer.
Builds in hollow places--usually deserted woodpeckers' or squirrels' nests--sometimes hollows place for itself.
Six white eggs speckled with red--young birds, male and female much alike in colouring.

ROBIN REDBREAST
MERRY ROBIN REDBREAST
"Robin, robin redbreast, Singing on the bough, Come and get your breakfast, We will feed you now. Robin likes the golden grain, Nods his head and sings again: 'Chirping, chirping cheerily, Here I come so merrily, Thank you, children dear!'"
Thus sang Phyllis one morning during the second week in March.
In the topmost bough of the old apple-tree sat Robin Redbreast, looking altogether doubtful as to whether he liked the little girl's song.
But when he saw the grains of wheat which the child was scattering on the ground for his breakfast, he thought better of his doubt.
He hopped lower on the branches. He turned his little head on one side and looked at Phyllis in a very friendly fashion.
"Come on down!" Phyllis begged. "I am so glad that you have returned. I am so glad that you came to this very apple-tree and sang so strong and loud and clear!"
"Chirp! Chirp!" and the robin hopped again nearer.
"You see," Phyllis went on, in her coaxing little voice, "my brother Jack, being a boy, said he would be the one to see the first robin this year.
"But I made up my mind that if watchful eyes and careful ears could help a little girl, I would get ahead of Jack.
"Sure enough, the first thing I heard this morning was your sweet song. When did you arrive? Aren't you rather early?"
By this time the robin was on the ground, pecking away at the grain. As he ate his breakfast he told his story.
[Illustration: "By this time the robin was on the ground" (missing from book)]
"I have been south all winter long," he said. "It is very lovely in the southland. Food is plenty, the days are long, and the sunshine is golden, bright, and warm.
"But as soon as the spring days came I grew restless. I knew the snow was beginning to melt and the grass to grow green in my old home country. I wanted to start north at once.
"I spoke to my little mate about it, and found her to be as homesick as I. So we flew north a little earlier than usual this year, and arrived ahead of the others. We are now quite anxious to get to housekeeping, and are already looking for a suitable place for a nest."
"If you will build near us," said Phyllis, "I will help