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1933

“The little Wrens are the only birds, which have cheered, in the entire winter with their happy song.”

The Waxwings were eating berries Wednesday, February 8, 1933

I have been in bed today but the few times I went to the window I saw the Cardinals, a Robin, a Carolina Wren, Myrtle Warblers, White Throated Sparrows and two Cedar Waxwings. The Waxwings were eating berries from the privet hedge. I’m so delighted to have something that the fruit eating birds can eat of this time of year. The pair of Robins came earlier in January and immediately after their arrival they started up their yearly feud with the Mockingbird and I have not seen the female since that day though the male is here always. This morning early he was on top of the telephone post at the garage singing in the rain. I do hope he will find a mate and build in my garden again this year. The little Wrens are the only birds, which have cheered, in the entire winter with their happy song. Other birds have sung, but not consistently like the Wrens. I can scarcely ever look out without seeing a little Myrtle Warbler at the suet in one or more places. They make a great deal of noisy “chipping” for such tiny birds but it is an entirely welcome sound.

 

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