One morning Marian looked out of her window. The snow was falling.
"How cold the wind blows," she said.
"The trees are all frozen and bare. The brook is frozen over.
The pretty robin's nest is full of snow. There are no birds in the
woods. Where do the birds go when winter comes?"
"They fly to the sunny South, where the snow does not come," said
Robert.
"They will come back to us in the spring. They will sing glad songs and
build new nests."
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Out in the snow a little bird was hopping.
"See, Robert, see!" said Marian. "That little bird did not fly to the
sunny South.
"How cold it must be! Its little feet must be frozen."
"That is a snowbird," said Robert. "It likes the snow. It does not mind
the cold. It stays here all winter."
story heard horn corn meadow