The Robin
Redbreast
When snow is on the ground, and King
Frost holds
the woods and fields in his icy
grip, the little Robin
Redbreast taps at our window for
his breakfast of
crumbs. Tf we are very quiet and gentle,
and are
careful to shut up the cat, he will
even hop into the
room and help himself to the good
things on the
table. For of all the little birds
that make the woods
glad with their song, there is none
so fearless as this
tiny warbler with the red breast,
the bold black eye,
and pretty winning ways.
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