"'Some had been ill and were still too weak to travel. Indeed, the birds seemed to be in as sad a plight as before. "'At last there stepped forth a bird, who, truth to tell, was not a general favourite among his fellows. His name was turkey buzzard. "'The bird agreed to undertake the long journey and bring back the feathery uniforms, if he could choose the most beautiful coat of feathers for himself and his family for ever. "'To this the other birds consented, and the featherless turkey buzzard flew away. "'It was indeed a long and a dangerous journey. Sometimes the poor bird nearly dropped from weariness and hunger. Sometimes, so hungry was he, that he was forced to make a meal off from some dead animal which lay in the way. Indeed so often did he do this that in time he came to like this food. "'It came to pass, after many days, that the turkey buzzard, being directed by the Great Spirit, found the feathery uniforms. "'He at once began to look them over. He intended to choose the most beautiful coat of feathers for himself and his family. "'Soon he found a suit of most gorgeous colours. He tried it on, and looked at his own reflection in the water. The dress was very beautiful. Well pleased with himself and his dress the turkey buzzard gathered up the remaining uniforms and started for home. "'But alas! the new dress, although so beautiful, did not fit comfortably. The poor bird found that he could not fly well in his new dress. He tried another and still another bright coloured dress, but in none of them was he comfortable. "'At length, quite discouraged, he slipped into a quiet, dark uniform. Although this suit was the least beautiful it fitted comfortably and gracefully. In it the turkey buzzard flew away home, and in such uniform have his family ever since been content to dress. "'The turkey buzzards are quite willing to leave the more gorgeous dresses for those birds who cannot fly so far nor so gracefully as they.'" CHILLY LITTLE CHICKADEES[1] Chilly little chickadees, Sitting in a row, Chilly little chickadees, Buried in the snow, Don't you find it very cold For your little feet? Don't you find it hard to get Anything to eat? Hungry little chickadees, Would you like some bread? I will give you all you want, Or some seed, instead, Anything you like to eat I will give you free, Every morning, every night, If you come to me. Jolly little chickadees, Have you had enough? Don't forget to come again When the weather's rough. Bye, bye, happy little birds! Off the wee things swarm, Plying through the driving snow, Singing in the storm. [1] From "Songs and Games for Little Ones," by permission of Oliver Ditson Company, owners of the copyright. ALL ABOUT THE CHICKADEE SUGGESTIONS FOR FIELD LESSONS. Does not go south in winter. Song--two or three clear long whistles and the chirping of his own name, "chickadee." A gay, curious little bird.