The tiny, little robbers ate up nearly all my sunflower seeds in the garden last summer." "Well," replied Mary, "you know, Professor, the birds must have food.
They are the farmer's best friend.

I hope you don't begrudge them a few sunflower seeds, I love birds.

I particularly admire the 'Baltimore Oriole,' with their brilliant, orange-colored plumage; they usually make their appearance simultaneously with the blossoms in the orchard in the south meadow; or so Aunt Sarah tells me.

I love to watch them lazily swinging on the high branches of tall trees.

On the limb of a pear tree in the orchard one day, I saw firmly fastened, a long, pouch-like nest, woven with rare skill.