The Robins and Bluebirds soon grew discouraged, and left one by one.

The Chickadees retreated to the shelter of some hemlock woods, and I thought the Winter Wrens were frozen into the woodpile, for I did not see any for weeks.
The only cannibal birds that seemed to be about were a pair of Cat Owls that spent most of the time in our hay-barn, where they paid for their lodgings by catching rats and mice.
"But my flock of Juncos were determined to brave all weathers.

First they ate the seeds of all the weeds and tall grasses that reached above the snow, then they cleaned the honeysuckles of their watery black berries.

When these were nearly gone, I began to feed them every day with crumbs, and they soon grew very tame.

At Christmas an ice storm came, and after that the cold was bitter indeed.