Everyday Adventures

"[...]the half light with numbed fingers through the cold whiteness ahead.
As I groped and grumbled in this lowly position, suddenly I heard the prelude to one of the most beautiful of winter dawn-songs. It was a liquid loud note full of rolling r's. Perhaps it can be best represented in print somewhat as follows: "Chip'r'r'r'r." I forgot my lost glasses and my cold hands and my wet knees waiting for the song that I knew was coming. Another preliminary, rolling note or so, and there sounded...