We also went there in the spring.

Of course many of the birds were different from our Long Island friends.
There were mocking-birds, the most attractive of all birds, and blue grosbeaks, and cardinals and summer redbirds, instead of scarlet tanagers, and those wonderful singers the Bewick's wrens, and Carolina wrens.

All these I was able to show John Burroughs when he came to visit us; although, by the way, he did not appreciate as much as we did one set of inmates of the cottage--the flying squirrels.

We loved having the flying squirrels, father and mother and half-grown young, in their nest among the rafters; and at night we slept so soundly that we did not in the least mind the wild gambols of the little fellows through the rooms, even when, as sometimes happened, they would swoop down to the bed and scuttle across it.
One April I went to Yellowstone Park, when the snow was still very deep, and I took John Burroughs with me.

I wished to show him the big game of the Park, the wild creatures that have become so astonishingly tame and tolerant of human presence.