Each bird whose acquaintance I make is as truly a discovery to me as if he were totally unknown to the world." We were sitting by a southern window that looks out on a wide-spreading and ancient elm, my glory and pride.

Not one bird had I seen on it that cold, repellent middle of March.

But Mrs.Miller looked up, and said: "Your robins have come!" Sure enough I could now see a pair.
"And there are the woodpeckers, but they have stayed all winter.

No doubt you have the hooting owls.

There's an oriole's nest, badly winter-worn; but they will come back and build again.