For two days I did not see my birds; but on the third day in the afternoon, when I was feeding the hens in the barnyard, a party of feeble, half-starved Juncos, hardly able to fly, settled down around me and began to pick at the chicken food.
"I knew at a glance that after a few hours' more exposure all the poor little birds would be dead.

So I shut up the hens and opened the door of the straw-barn very wide, scattered a quantity of meal and cracked corn in a line on the floor, and crept behind the door to watch.

First one bird hopped in and tasted the food; he found it very good and evidently called his brothers, for in a minute they all went in and I closed the door upon them.

And I slept better that night because I knew that my birds were comfortable.
"'They may go in once, but you will never catch them so again,' said my father, when he heard about it.

I had an idea, however, that the birds trusted me; for though they flew out very gladly the next morning, they did not seem afraid.
"Sure enough, in the afternoon they came back again! I kept them at night in this way for several weeks, and one afternoon several Snowflakes came in with them.