The first tree he came to was a slim silver birch. The little bird hopped and fluttered with his broken wing until he came to the next tree. It was a great, big oak-tree. If you stay in my branches all winter you will be eating my acorns. So the little bird hopped and fluttered with his broken wing till he came to the willow-tree by the edge of the brook.
Juniper berries are very good for little birds.
The little bird was very comfortable in his warm nest sheltered from the wind, with juniper berries to eat. And the three trees stood up very tall and proud. That night the North Wind came to the woods to play. He puffed at the leaves with his icy breath, and every leaf he touched fell to the ground. He wanted to touch every leaf in the forest, for he loved to see the trees bare.