snow-birdlings

Updated: May 20, 2025

A week later, after we had called as usual one morning and found the house empty, he brought his pretty snow-birdlings in their tidy striped bibs up to the grove at the back door, where we often heard his sharp trilling little song, and saw him working like some bigger papas to keep the dear clamorous mouths filled. The Junco neighborhood was a populous part of our calling district.

Olive Thorne Miller - Little Brothers of the Air