/6 FOR THE PEOPLE FOR EDVCATION FOR SCIENCE LIBRARY OF THE AMERICAN MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY WILD BIRD GUESTS 3%c/«r ^vduu/ Od i( /cun 9 in a^^/iJcA J^4/J6cx WILD BIRD GUESTS HOW TO ENTERTAIN THEM WITH CHAPTERS ON THE DESTRUCTION OF BIRDS THEIR ECONOMIC AND ESTHETIC VALUES SUGGESTIONS FOR DEALING WITH THEIR ENEMIES, AND ON THE ORGANIZA- TION AND MANAGEMENT OF BIRD CLUBS BY ERNEST HAROLD BAYNES WITH 50 PHOTOGRAVURE ILLUSTRATIONS FROM PHOTOGRAPHS NEW YORK E. P. DUTTON & COMPANY 1915 5 &7£^7<2^. Copyright, iois Copyright, 1915 BY E. P. DUTTON & COMPANY Ube TKnfcfcerbocfeer ipress, 1ftew IBorft MY WIFE a stanch friend of the birds and always my best assistant This Book Is Affectionately Dedicated FOREWORD " Kind hearts need no compulsion to be kind." Mack aye. For a long time it has been the writer's belief that the final solution of the problem of wild bird conservation lay, not in the enacting of more or better laws, necessary as those laws are, but in the creation of such an interest in, and love for birds, that a very large majority of people will have not only no desire to destroy them, but will actually fight to prevent their de- struction; and that the birds themselves will become as safe as valuable private property. This, it seems, would be a fundamental solution. Most bird protection laws are in the nature of artificial restraints upon people who desire to kill. Restraints are often necessary but seldom popular. People do not like to be told not to do things which they very much desire to do; consequently such laws are often hard to obtain and harder to enforce. Now, if we could create the interest and love referred to, we might ac- Vll viii Foreword complish a double purpose; viz., first, a great reduction in the number of people who desire to destroy the birds for any purpose, and thus, second, make it much easier to enforce existing laws in the case of those who still persist in the desire to destroy. In other words, every person in whom we succeed in implanting this inter- est and love would be a recruit for the army of bird defenders directly from the ranks of either the bird destroyers or the indifferent, who are often quite as dangerous as the destroyers them- selves. The result would be the strengthening of the defenders and a corresponding weakening of the destroyers, and the tendency would ever be to facilitate the passage of such laws as might still be necessary, and to make difficult the successful defiance of them. Now comes the question as to how this interest and the love which the interest begets, can most readily be implanted in the heart of the average man, woman, and child. The writer believes that the answer to this question lies in doing active work directly for the birds. There are few laws more sacred than those of hospitality. It is not possible for us to be indifferent to the welfare of our invited guests. The moment a person — be it man or bird — has accepted our hospitality, has broken bread with Foreword ix us,, has eaten our salt, our relations toward that person have changed. We have been looked upon with the eyes of friendship — we have been trusted, and if we are even half decent we cannot betray our trust. Through the primitive man which is in most of us, we may kill a bird which we see in the wilderness, a stranger and on his guard; but the bird which comes to our garden, to our home, onto our hand perhaps, at our express invitation, we must protect with all the manliness, with all the womanliness in our make- up. I shall never forget the first time a chick- adee alighted upon me, and I felt his wiry little hands close around my finger, while he cocked his head on one side and looked up at me from under his little black cap, as much as to say, "Is it all right? Honest?" It surely was all right! I was a champion of the chickadee from that moment, and to-day I can think of no surer way for a man to effect an instant quarrel with me than by injuring a bird of this species. And a love for one bird tends to beget a love for other birds. For the past few years I have been watching the results of studied kindness and hospitality to the birds, and the results have been good. I have seen the attitude of a whole town change from one of utter indifference to birds, to one of x Foreword enthusiastic interest in them, and I have seen this not once but many times. I have organized many bird clubs — clubs which have for their chief object not so much the study of birds as the extension of hospitality to them, and in every case the result has been a better understanding between the members and their feathered neighbors, the creation of a strong local sentiment in favor of birds, and an amount of rational enjoyment and moral uplift out of all proportion to the labor and expense involved. The writer makes no claim to originality, except in the idea that bird clubs may be made a most powerful factor in the work of bird con- servation, and incidentally in the social life of the people in the towns and villages where they are organized. Judging from his own experience it should be possible in a few years' time to spread a network of such clubs over the United States. Any wide-awake, enthusiastic bird lover with a reasonable knowledge of methods of attracting and protecting birds can organize a bird club al- most anywhere. In order to do so it is not neces- sary to be an ornithologist; one need not know a scarlet tanager from a great blue heron, if only he has enthusiasm — that is absolutely essential. Because of the enormous value of birds — Foreword xi economic, aesthetic, and moral — the writer be- lieves that it is the duty of every civilized com- munity to take its part in a great world-wide campaign for the conservation of bird life, and he knows of no more practical way to do this than by the organization of a bird club whose principal object is the care of the local birds. If this little book helps to inspire its readers to organize such bird clubs in their respective towns and assists them in their efforts to do something for the birds, whether they succeed in organizing a bird club or not, it will have accomplished the object for which it was written. E. H. B. Meriden, N. H., May i, igi 5. CONTENTS PAGE Foreword ....... iii PART I WHY BIRDS NEED PROTECTION CHAPTER I. An Introduction to Some Winter Guests i II. The Destruction of Birds by the Ele- ments and by Disease io III. The Destruction of Birds by Their Natural Enemies .... 20 IV. The Destruction of Birds by Man and by Certain Animals for Whose Presence Man is Responsible . 39 PART II WHY IT IS WORTH WHILE TO GIVE BIRDS PROTECTION V. The Money Value of Birds . . .81 VI. The Esthetic and Moral Values of Birds 115 xiii xiv Contents PART III HOW WE CAN ALL HELP TO PROTECT THE BIRDS CHAPTER PAGE VII. The Entertainment of Wild Birds in Winter ...... 127 VIII. Hospitality All the Year 'Round with a List of the Trees, Shrubs, and Creepers most Attractive to Birds 163 IX. The Bird Lover as a Landlord. A Chapter Concerning Nest Boxes, Nest Shelves, etc. . . .192 X. Bird Baths and Drinking Pools . .219 XI. Some of the Problems which Confront Beginners 233 XII. Bird Clubs, How to Organize Them, What They Can Do to be Useful . 269 Appendix. — Constitutions of Certain Bird Clubs 299 Acknowledgments 3 IQ Index 3 X 7 ILLUSTRATIONS FACING PAGE Flicker Feeding its Young in a Berlepsch Nest Box* .... Frontispiece The Author and a Friendly Chickadee . . 4 From a photograph by Louise Birt Baynes I Wonder what He's Got in that ... 8 A Chickadee Guest 8 From photographs by Louise Birt Baynes Lapland Longspurs after a Storm . . 16 From a photograph by Dr. Thomas S. Roberts Quail Dead from Starvation . . . .16 From a photograph by Wilbur Smith A Red Squirrel Usurping Feed Box and Bath* 22 Red Foxes Destroy Birds both Old and Young* 22 Tracks of a Mink* 28 The Skunk will Eat Young Wild Birds as Well as Hens* 34 "Advancing Death." The White Weasel, or Ermine* 34 The Snowy Owl is Partial to Waterfowl* . 40 The Raccoon Dines on Birds when He Can* . 50 xv xvi Illustrations FACING PAGE The Opossum will Destroy Birds and Eggs* . 58 American Song Birds Killed by Italians . 66 From a photograph by Wilbur Smith A Snapping Turtle Destroyed Fifteen Young Wood Ducks 74 From a photograph by E. A. Quarles This Bull Frog could Swallow a Young Waterfowl* ...... 74 Monument to the Sea Gulls in Salt Lake City 84 Designed by Mahonri Young The Great Horned Owl Destroys many Bird Enemies* ....... 92 Screech Owl and its Home-made Bird House* . 100 Stomach Contents of a Meadow Lark : Four- teen Cutworms, Thirty-Six Beetles . 108 From a photograph by Harold C. Bryant A Barn Owl's Scrap Heap: Bones of Mice, but no Feathers 108 From a photograph by Thomas H. Jackson One Hundred and Thirty-three Redpolls and Pine Siskins as Guests* . . . .116 Martin House in a Meriden Garden* . .116 Grouse Burrow in the Snow* . . . 122 A Feeding Station where the "Bird Masque" was Staged* 130 Quail Saved from Starvation by High-School Boys 130 From a photograph by John Tresilian Illustrations xvii FACING PAGE A " Weathercock" Food House* . . .140 A Window Box in the Author's Study . . 148 From a photograph by Louise Birt Baynes An Audubon Food House in Winter* . .154 An "Automatic" Food House Holds a Bushel of Seed* 154 Barred Owl, Usually a Beneficial Bird* . 160 A Decorative Bird Bath* . . . .168 Young Baltimore Oriole before the Bath* . 178 After the Bath * 178 Song Sparrows Enjoying a Bath* . . .190 Bird Bath in the Author's Garden. . . 190 From a photograph by Louise Birt Baynes Chickadee Feeding under a Berlepsch "Food Bell"* ....... 202 Chickadee at a Berlepsch Nest Box* . . 202 A Bird Bath Memorial to Edward Everett Hale* 212 A Bird Bath in Newton Centre, Mass. . . 226 From a photograph by Man* Bronze Bird Bath Commemorating the "Bird Masque" 230 Designed by Mrs. Louis Saint-Gaudens Ducks Dying of Starvation on Long Island . 240 From a photograph by Wilbur Smith A Swan that was Carried over the Falls . 240 From a photograph by James Savage xviii Illustrations FACING PAGE St. Catherine's Light-House, Isle of Wight, Showing Bird-Rests .... 256 Courtesy of Our Dumb Animals Some Junior Members of the Corn-Field Bird Club of Cornish 270 "Raising the Martin House " for the Charles- town Bird Club . . . . .270 From a photograph by Walter Buswell Trampling Snow to Make a Feeding Station* . 280 Citizens of Meriden Giving the Birds a Day's Work* 280 The Right Kind of Feathers for a Hat* . 290 *From a photograph by the author WILD BIRD GUESTS Wild Bird Guests CHAPTER I AN INTRODUCTION TO SOME WINTER GUESTS If on some winter day you were to alight from "Ike" Bonner's stage and approach one of the neat-looking cottages on the main street of Meriden, New Hampshire, it is more than likely that you would be greeted by the alighting of a wild bird upon your shoulder. And probably you would think that the bird had simply made a mistake, until another one alighted on your hat and peeped at you over the brim. Then, if you asked the meaning of this familiarity, you would be told that you were in "The Bird Village" where birds are treated as honored guests from one year's end to another; where they are provided with food and lodging and where they are protected from their enemies. And you would hear of all sorts of interesting and delight- 2 Wild Bird Guests ful experiences which some of the people have had with birds which have become so fearless that they will sometimes permit one to pick them up. And if you were to express doubt that such experiences would ever come to you, you would learn that there is no mystery about it; that it is simply a matter of being very quiet and gentle with your feathered guests; of being patient with them, and of using a little thought and ingenuity for their comfort and welfare. Meri- den people have done these things and they have been rewarded by having seven species of our winter birds come to their hands for food. Pine grosbeaks, white-winged crossbills, red- polls, pine siskins, white-breasted nuthatches, red-breasted nuthatches and chickadees have thus shown their appreciation of what the people of this little New England village have done for them. Perhaps no other place of equal size in this country has thus been honored. Every year for several years our people have had some memorable experience with birds. For example, one severe winter when the pine grosbeaks came down from the north in great numbers, we fed hundreds of them in the gardens of Meriden, and not only the writer but several other bird-lovers fed them as they sat on hand or shoulder. They were so tame that one could sit Some Winter Guests 3 down in the middle of a flock, and the birds would come into one's lap to feed. They would alight upon the heads of children watching them, and sometimes they allowed us to pick them up one in each hand. Another winter the crossbills visited us. A few, six or eight, had been coming most of the summer to the garden path. Two or three were American and the rest white-winged crossbills. They crept about, quiet as mice, eating some- thing, but just what it was I could not tell until they had been here for some time. Then one day after watching them at work for several minutes, I took a magnifying glass and went down on my knees to see what there might be there to attract them. I found that they had been working on a patch of clay, the surface of which they had carved in every direction with their sharp bills. As there were no "chips" I knew that these must have been eaten, so I tasted the clay to see why they had eaten it. It was very salty, the result of scattering salt on the path to kill the weeds. A few days later our friend, Frederic H. Kennard, came to see us, and observing the crossbills, ran into the house for some salt, of which he had often observed their fondness. The flock continued to grow until midwinter, when it numbered about a 4 Wild Bird Guests hundred and twenty-five. We went out to play with them for a while almost every day, and by and by they seemed to look for our coming. We would sit on the well-trampled snow we had prepared for their feeding ground, and from the trees about us they would come down in a musi- cal shower, to alight upon our heads and shoul- ders and to feed from our hands. It was such fun that sometimes even when the thermometer registered from ten to fifteen degrees below zero we would sit there feeding them, photo- graphing them, or often simply watching them, until we were almost too numb to get up. Sometimes in winter the redpolls come to Meriden in flocks aggregating many hundreds, and there are usually a number of pine siskins among them. At such times the streets of the village are alive with birds, and their cheerful twitterings make it seem as though spring had come back several weeks in advance. These little birds alight in the dooryards and swarm over the piazzas like flies on a sugar bowl, and they will feed from the hands of anyone who has the patience to stand still in the snow for a little while. I have sat down among them, and had both species not only take food from my hand but treat me very much as they would a bush or a stump. 3$e 9$ul/wr/md/i ^enut^ Y^idadee Some Winter Guests 5 Neither of the nuthatches has ever con- descended to alight upon me, but a red-breasted nuthatch once allowed me to stroke him with a forefinger as he was feeding on suet, and neigh- bors of ours entertained one which used to come to their hands almost every day for months. I have almost touched a downy woodpecker, but not quite. He was feeding on a food tree at Meriden, and showed no fear when I walked up until my face was within eight inches of him. My enemies say that this marks the limit of courage in any wild bird, and that that wood- pecker should have been awarded a medal for bravery. But as a rule the chickadees are the tamest of all ; there seems to be no limit to the confidence which these little fellows will have in you if you give them a little encouragement. At my home they know us so well that if they don't see what they want they practically ask us for it. Some- times before we are up in the morning they will sit in a row on the bedroom window-sill and hammer on the glass with their bills. We open the window and in they come. Like as not they will find some broken nuts on the dressing-table; if so, they may eat them there or they may fly out into the garden with them. One morning we invited them to breakfast. We set the 6 Wild Bird Guests breakfast table close to an open window and sprinkled broken nuts upon the cloth. In came the chickadees, picked up the nuts, and flew out into the garden with them. To teach them better manners we swept up the small pieces of nut and stitched each large piece to the table- cloth; after that the chickadees stayed right on the table and took breakfast with us. One day, when we were living at Stoneham, Massachusetts, I saw a flock of these little birds in a tree, and I thought I would see how tame I could make them. I held out a handful of broken nuts and gave an imitation of the "phoebe" note of the chickadee. One little fellow flew down to my hand, picked up a piece of nut, and flew away. I called to Mrs. Baynes to bring a camera, and when I saw another bird coming, instead of holding the loose nuts in the palm of my hand as before, I held a single piece tight between my thumb and forefinger. Down came the chickadee, and finding that he could not fly away with the nut, he sat there for several minutes and ate it. That seemed pretty good for a first attempt, but I thought I would test him further. I placed a piece of nut between my lips and held up my forefinger as a perch for him. He needed no second invitation, but alighted on the finger and helped himself. It didn't seem Some Winter Guests 7 possible that a bird could show much more confidence than that, but I thought I'd put him to still another test. Leaving the nut just where it was, I calmly folded my hands behind my back leaving him no perch at all. It didn't feaze him one bit, for the next moment he alighted on my lip and helped himself to the nut as though he had been used to feeding in this way all his life. When we came to New Hampshire we found the chickadees just as friendly. A flock made our house its headquarters and the first time that Mrs. Baynes went out to feed them she succeeded in getting five of them to alight upon her at once. She used English walnuts and a little patience. On one occasion I was in the garden with a rifle practising at a mark, when a chickadee alighted on the front sight, tipped over and deliberately looked down the barrel, as much as to say, "I wonder what there is in that." Sometimes when I am in the woods, far from the house, the chickadees will come to me. I re- member one bitter winter day I was sitting in the snow having my lunch, and the chickadees swarmed about me, alighting on my cap, my shoulders, and my snowshoes, which I had taken off and stuck in the snow. I pulled a sandwich from my pocket and as I put it to my lips, a chickadee came down out of a tree overhead, 8 Wild Bird Guests alighted on the other end of the sandwich and helped me to eat it. When we go out in winter, the chickadees often come down like so many little highwaymen and literally "hold us up" for nuts and other things we are likely to have in our pockets for them. I once had a chickadee sit on my hand eating nuts until he simply couldn't hold any more. He looked absolutely comfortable and I half expected to hear a sigh of contentment. I cupped my other hand and put it over him, until his head alone was visible in the circle of my thumb and forefinger, and perhaps made drowsy by the warmth, he closed his eyes and tucked his head beneath his wing. And it is not only in winter that the chickadees are with us; they nest about the place, and come to our hands, though not as frequently, in the spring, summer, and fall. Not long ago a pair of chickadees nested in our orchard, and gave their nestlings an occasional meal of suet from a stump near the house. If we were photograph- ing nearby, the parent birds would come to our hands or alight upon the camera or tripod. When the young ones left the nest they were quite fearless and allowed us to approach and stroke them, and when Mrs. Baynes placed a youngster on her outstretched hand, one of the parents came, and poising, humming-bird fash- J 2 I f i Some Winter Guests 9 ion in the air beside it, passed insects into its mouth. One day last spring I was delighted on return- ing from a lecture tour of several months dura- tion, to be met in the lane, half a mile from my home, by a band of chickadees and escorted to the house by my little friends, first one and then another of whom would fly to my hands or shoulders. CHAPTER II THE DESTRUCTION OF BIRDS BY THE ELEMENTS AND BY DISEASE Birds seldom tell us of their troubles. To be sure, when their homes are in danger, or when their little ones are killed or carried off, some parent birds let us know by their frantic cries, how real and bitter is their grief. And of course hungry nestlings often clamor for food. But usually, full-grown birds, like thoroughbred people, take their troubles, their dangers, and even death itself, with quiet courage and without any fuss. If they didn't I'm afraid their sym- pathetic human neighbors would get little rest, for they are beset by so many dangers and face death in so many forms that I sometimes wonder how any of them manage to escape. Of these dangers, the elements are among the worst and least controlable. Storms often kill thousands of birds in a few hours. The small birds, which during migration, cross large bodies of open water, are perhaps the ones most likely to perish Destruction by Elements and Disease n in great numbers from this cause. Flocks of warblers winging their way across the Gulf of Mexico or one of the Great Lakes, are some- times overtaken by heavy storms which result in their wholesale destruction. Plucky as they are, their tiny muscles are no match for the mighty winds which sweep the water, and they are beaten backward and downward, with no spot on which to rest even for a moment. Even in such dark hours, their courage asserts itself; they do not give up, but battle still with their giant foe, which hurls them far from their course. Then perhaps comes a cold and driving rain, which soaks their plumage and increases the burden already too great for the weary muscles. Down they go toward the roaring water beneath them, until they are met by the leaping waves, which lick them into the deep, where the last spark of their dauntless courage is quenched in death. Next morning their tiny, bright-colored bodies may be found strewn for miles along the coast, among the shells and pebbles of the beach. The cold storms of late spring, which come after many of the migrants have arrived, some- times kill nearly all the birds of certain species over a wide area of country. Insect-eating birds suffer most as a rule from these storms, because the insects are driven to cover and are hard 12 Wild Bird Guests to get in sufficient numbers to maintain life. Every now and then there comes a spring so cold and stormy that bluebirds perish in great numbers and a great scarcity of these birds is observed the following year. More rarely the destruction is so widespread that several years pass before bluebirds are seen again in their usual numbers. In The Auk for October, 1907, Dr. Thomas S. Roberts of the Minnesota Natural History Survey, tells of a snowstorm which occurred in Minnesota and Iowa, in March, 1904, when not far from a million and a half Lapland longspurs perished in a single night. But the birds which suffer most frequently, and as a rule most severely from these untimely storms, are those which capture their insect prey almost entirely on the wing — such birds as swifts and swallows. The snow or cold rain having swept the air practically clear of insect life, such birds quickly starve to death. Purple martins, perhaps because they are larger than the other swallows and hence require more food, often suffer very severely. For example, so many purple martins were destroyed by storms in the springs of 1903 and 1904 that there were hardly any of these beautiful birds to be found in Massachusetts and they were scarce all over New England. Destruction by Elements and Disease 13 Even birds as hardy and omnivorous as the robin have a hard time in the late snowstorms. Here in New Hampshire, robins are often driven to eat the decayed apples which have hung frozen to the trees all winter, and in some cases they eat so much of this fermenting fruit that they become intoxicated. Bad storms occurring in the nesting season cause great havoc among young birds. The wind breaks down branches and sometimes whole trees containing the nests, and often the nests themselves are blown to the ground. Con- tinuous heavy rain chills and kills the nestlings in spite of the best efforts of the parents to shield their little ones. One pouring wet June day I found a phoebe's nest on the side of a cliff in Massachusetts. The cold water from the rock above was dripping into it and the five young birds were already dead. Only last spring a pair of chipping sparrows had a nest in a little bush close to my front door and all the young ones were killed by a cold wet storm. The brave little mother did her very best to shelter them, and long after they were dead she continued to sit on the nest to cover them with her wet and bedraggled wings. Floods occurring during the nesting season are sometimes very destructive to birds which nest 14 Wild Bird Guests on the ground. Some years ago at Stamford, Connecticut, I had under observation several nests of song sparrows and other birds in a low- lying meadow. I went down there one morning after several days of heavy rain, and found the meadow, nests and all, under water. Some of the nests had contained newly hatched young and the parents were still flitting about among the bushes nearby, calling incessantly. More dramatic, if much less serious, is the destruction wrought by the great waterfalls which every year take their toll of aquatic birds. Every spring many birds, chiefly ducks, geese, and swans go over the Horse-Shoe Falls at Niagara. Some of these are killed outright, but many of them are only stunned and might easily be saved. In 191 2 one hundred and forty whistling swans went over the falls in this way, and were fished out by boys and men, knocked on the head and sold for food to people in Ni- agara Falls. Most of the birds were secured by a young man employed at the Maid of the Mist landing, who, living in a little house close to the water, was always on the watch. With Mr. James Savage of Buffalo I went to see this young man the following spring and he told us that the birds almost always came over at night. Far above the falls the water is smooth and here the birds Destruction by Elements and Disease 15 alight. Apparently they are carried down into the swift water when asleep and then it is evi- dently impossible for them to save themselves. The young man told us that once he captured a swan that was only stunned and that he tied a fishing line to its leg and kept it in a little pond made by an eddy of the river. The bird became very tame and would take food from his hand, but one day took alarm at a company of soldiers, flew into the air, and snapping the fishing line as though it had been a thread, flew away down the river. Mr. Savage with some friends once saved a flock of swans by chasing them in a power boat and making them fly away just before nightfall. It was a daring thing for these men to do, for if by any chance the engine had become disabled nothing could have prevented their going over the falls. Severe winters destroy great numbers of birds, which perish chiefly for lack of food. It seems that most bird/ can stand cold weather if only they can get food enough. A bird's body may be likened to a little furnace in which food takes the place of coal or wood. As long as there is plenty of fuel in the furnace it remains warm no matter how cold the weather may be; but when there is no fuel to be had the fire dies out and 16 Wild Bird Guests the bird with it. I once kept a turkey vulture in my garden in Massachusetts and though he is naturally a bird of a warmer clime, he remained in perfect health through the very severe winter of 1903-1904, simply because I kept him well supplied with food. That same winter the hardy native birds died in great numbers be- cause they could not get food — could not get the fuel to keep the little furnaces going. Ac- cording to the State Ornithologist, Edward Howe Forbush, between ninety and ninety-five out of every one hundred quail in Massachusetts died of starvation that winter. Similar tragedies oc- cur every severe winter, and if we do a little thinking we find that there is no mystery about it. When the trees and bushes are sheathed in ice it must be very difficult and at times impos- sible for the insect-eating birds such as wood- peckers, nuthatches, chickadees and creepers, to get at the insects and larvae which lurk in and below the bark and in the axils of the twigs. And when the ground is covered under a foot or more of snow, how can such birds as sparrows and finches and quail and other seed-eaters dig down under it to get at their food ? Of course some birds find weed-stalks sticking out above the snow and others perhaps switch off onto a diet of berries, but there are many others who — . ■■ ■ iff MB M^F '. J a/i/a ?u/ ,/< /iyi/nt ni aft&r a t J/r/v// Destruction by Elements and Disease 17 fail to find enough to support life and these of course starve to death. We cannot control the elements, but we can at times, by offerings of food and shelter help the birds in their battle against the cold and the storms, and this matter will be taken up in detail in a later chapter. THE DESTRUCTION OF BIRDS BY DISEASE That wild birds sometimes become ill is a fact not very generally thought of perhaps, and comparatively few of us have ever seen a sick bird in its native haunts. Yet birds are some- times attacked by epidemics which work as much destruction among them as cholera or the bubonic plague works among human beings. Such an epidemic has recently been playing havoc with the waterfowl and marsh birds of Utah. In a letter to the writer, Mr. Fred. W. Chambers, State Commissioner of Fish and Game, says: "Since 1910 we have had an epidemic among the marsh birds of Utah, especially the ducks, though the snipe family has suffered consider- ably. We collected and buried in quicklime over a million birds in the year 1910, and each year thereafter until the present time, not in- 18 Wild Bird Guests eluding 19 14, we have buried in the neighbor- hood of five hundred thousand birds, making a total of two and a half millions of birds that have been destoyed by this epidemic. We have worked constantly to find out the real cause of the epidemic, but as yet have not been able to say just what it is." A considerable number of wild birds as well as domesticated ones are troubled with a parasite known by the formidable name of Coccidiosis, and which in some species causes a dangerous disease of the intestines. Professor Philip B. Hadley of the Biological Laboratory at King- ston, Rhode Island, who has been studying this parasite, has found it in European sparrows, field sparrows, white-throated sparrows, juncos, rob- ins, and hermit thrushes. He also found that seemingly the parasite can be transmitted from European sparrows to domestic poultry. Pro- fessor Hadley considers that the spreading of this disease from one part of the country to another by means of these birds and especially by the European sparrow is not only a menace to domes- tic poultry, but may result in the infection and destruction of wild game birds. This would seem to be another reason why we should unite in an effort to reduce the number of European sparrows. Destruction by Elements and Disease 19 Grouse, quail, and others are known to suffer severely from disease at times, and this fact presents perhaps the most serious difficulty met by those who attempt to rear these birds in captivity. CHAPTER III THE DESTRUCTION OF BIRDS BY THEIR NATURAL ENEMIES By the natural enemies of birds is here meant those wild creatures which naturally prey more or less upon birds. These include wild cats, wolves, foxes, bears, raccoons, weasels, mink, skunks, wolverines, squirrels, rats, and opossums among our mammals; shrikes, grackles, crows, jays, certain owls and hawks, and occasionally other species, among the birds; snapping turtles and many snakes among the reptiles; bullfrogs among the batrachians, and pike and possibly other voracious species among the fishes. There are others but these are the principal ones in this country. Animals like cats, dogs, and pigs, which have been domesticated by man, and European starlings and sparrows, which have been imported by him, are not, strictly speaking natural enemies of our wild birds and will be treated of elsewhere. Some of the bird enemies mentioned above do 20 Destruction by Natural Enemies 21 a great deal of damage, others only a little, and some so offset their own evil deeds by keeping other bird enemies in check that it is hard to decide whether we should class them as friends or foes. Probably all our wild cats, including mountain lions, kill some birds if good opportunity offers, and when wild turkeys and grouse were abundant they probably took their share. Audubon once saw a bob cat capture a wild turkey and on another occasion watched one pounce upon a partridge in a covey which it had been carefully stalking. He also states that grouse and other birds form part of the food of the Canada lynx. But these powerful cats prey upon so many four-footed creatures, such as squirrels, rabbits, and even deer and mountain sheep, that it is doubtful if they would be a serious menace to bird life even if they were much more numerous than they are. The damage done to birds by wolves is prob- ably slight, owing to the fact that wolves prey chiefly upon other creatures. But we may be sure that no bird or nest of birds discovered by a wolf is permitted to escape if he can help it. Both timber wolves and coyotes have been known to kill domestic poultry. A tame coyote I once had at my home used to kill wounded 22 Wild Bird Guests birds whenever he saw them and once killed and partly ate a turkey gobbler weighing nearly twenty-five pounds. There is plenty of evidence to show that foxes are often destructive to bird life. It is easiest to get such evidence in the spring, when there are large families of hungry young foxes to be fed. At the mouth of a fox den at this season one may often see feathers, bones, and other remains of grouse, quail, and poultry. I once saw a fox shot just as she was about to enter her den with a grouse in her mouth. Foxes are wonderfully alert, sharp of ear, keen of sight and scent, quick on their feet, and very intelligent. If they were good climbers, they would be perhaps the worst enemies the birds could have. Even as it is they capture wild birds in many different ways. Sometimes they stalk them, and spring upon them as a cat might do, and a fox has been seen to take a quick run and a tremendous leap and catch a small bird on the wing. They will attack game birds on the nest, and their habit of captur- ing grouse which have been spending the night under the snow, has long been known. I once saw a fox barely miss capturing a grouse as it left its snowy shelter. Another method not so widely known, but which is apparently adopted by a good many foxes and possibly other animals, X *v Vfcx/ % t / > ?s:l/rry yj./y/.j / f ///f >/,/ „„,/ '%„„,, ^^eds^uirre^ < iliii4^u^ j3W-/r x atu/ 73„//, Destruction by Natural Enemies 23 consists in following the trail of persons who ramble in the woods and fields, apparently in the hope that they will lead to something desirable. Foxes are naturally curious, and have long been known to follow people seemingly to satisfy their curiosity. Now and then a fox comes upon the track of someone who has been visiting a bird's nest, and following it, finds that it leads to a meal of eggs or nestlings. Ever afterwards probably that fox will follow the trails of other human beings who cross his path, in the hope of similar pleasing results. So closely will foxes follow up clews of this kind that in some parts of the country to visit the nest of a ground-building bird is said to doom it to destruction. Per- sonally I try to avoid going close to such a nest except when really necessary, for I greatly dis- like to add to the many dangers which already surround the little home. But foxes have many good points, which we sometimes overlook when speaking of their evil deeds. They eat great numbers of wild mice, so destructive to the crops and young trees, and possibly to birds as well. I have watched them for hours when they did nothing but catch grasshoppers, and it is well known that at certain times and places the much-hated woodchuck forms a considerable part of the fox's diet. Not 24 Wild Bird Guests long ago I surprised a fox as he was eating a very large woodchuck. When he saw me he ran off with his prey, but I shouted at him and he dropped it. He had probably killed it the day before, eaten a part of it, and buried the rest, for it was rigid and had evidently just been taken from the ground. Bears in the United States probably harm the birds very little; they are usually too slow of movement to capture anything that can fly, and the damage they do in this direction is probably limited to the devouring of eggs in nests which they happen to stumble upon. That at certain times and places bears may menace a colony of birds is pointed out by Dr. Charles H. Townsend who has kindly called my attention to Captain Cartwright's Journal of June 18, 1777, where it is recorded that polar bears were killed and their stomachs found to be filled with the eggs of eider ducks. Raccoons eat a wide variety of food, of which in most places young birds and birds' eggs prob- ably constitute only a small part. I doubt if they often capture full-grown wild birds. Water- fowl sitting on their nests may suffer in certain localities, and perhaps raccoons occasionally capture birds on their roosts at night. Com- paratively slow-moving creatures, fond of fruit, Destruction by Natural Enemies 25 ripe corn, insects, crawfish, frogs, wild mice, and domestic poultry, they would as a rule be likely to destroy wild birds' nests only when they happened accidentally to find them. I once had two raccoons in a large pen in which I had placed a tree for them to climb. One morning, having a live crow and no special place for him, I put him in the pen with the raccoons. He flew about, made himself at home, and his hosts seem- ed barely interested in him. Ten minutes after dark I went to see if everything was all right and found nothing left of the crow but his feathers. A raccoon had probably climbed the tree after the bird had gone to roost, and either captured him where he slept or caused him to blunder to the ground in the dark. Practically all members of the weasel tribe, including skunks and mink, are enemies of birds ; most of them will eat the young and sometimes the eggs. Weasels are probably very destructive to birds, since they are extremely active and fearless, wonderful climbers and in the wild state almost wholly carnivorous. Moreover, they seem to kill for the love of killing, whether they are hungry or not, a fact testified to by many a farmer whose poultry yard has been visited by these blood-thirsty creatures. Weasels hunt by scent like hounds, and cover 26 Wild Bird Guests great distances in a day, as anyone can prove for himself if he will try to follow the trail of one through the snow. To a certain extent, however, they are the friends of wild birds since they often kill other creatures, such as mice, rats, and squirrels which are also enemies of birds. A lady in Cornish, New Hampshire, tells me that she once saw a weasel chase and capture a chipmunk in an oak tree near her house and then leap some ten feet to the ground with the victim in its mouth. A year or two ago the old farmhouse in which we are living had become infested with rats, when one autumn morning a white weasel or ermine appeared in the woodshed. For a day or two after that there was a terrible commotion in the walls and ceilings, as the weasel chased his squeaking prey from one stronghold to another to finally kill them after a last desperate scuffle. Then, when all the rats had been killed or driven away, the weasel came into the house and made himself at home. Mrs. Baynes was kind to him and he soon became tame, taking food from her hand and coming up into her lap to drink milk from a saucer. He stayed until spring, when he left the house never to return. In spite of the good services they perform, however, I should not consider weasels desirable neighbors for one Destruction by Natural Enemies 27 who was trying to attract birds to the home grounds. Mink and skunks are probably much less destructive to bird life. In the first place neither of them climbs to any extent and their diet is more varied. The mink operates chiefly along streams and feeds very largely on fish, frogs, and other aquatic creatures. Nevertheless, Audu- bon states that in his day the mink in the salt marshes of the south lived chiefly on marsh hens and sharp-tailed finches, which they cap- tured by springing upon them as a cat would do. It is also known that they kill young wild ducks, and Mr. William Brewster reports the destruction of a colony of bank swallows by mink. Skunks are much slower in their movements than their cousins the weasels, and probably do much less harm to the birds. They seldom attempt to climb and on the ground they are neither clever enough to stalk a bird nor quick enough to run out and catch one. What damage they do is chiefly confined to the eggs and young of birds which nest on the ground. Even so, I should not regard the skunk as a desirable tenant in a bird preserve. Wolverines, like bears, probably destroy such nests as they accidentally find, but these animals 28 Wild Bird Guests are not numerous enough to constitute a serious danger to bird life. Red squirrels are persistent robbers of the nests of small birds, in spite of the fact that this is disputed by certain well-known authorities. That some red squirrels do not have the nest- robbing habit is quite possible if not probable, but the fact remains that as devourers of eggs and young, red squirrels have few if any equals. The first time I ever saw a red squirrel interfere with a bird's nest was many years ago. I was attracted by the frantic cries of a pair of scarlet tanagers which had a nest in a pine tree in the garden. I rushed out to see what the matter was and discovered a red squirrel calmly seated on the edge of the tanager's nest and eating one of the eggs. He held it in his paws as he would a nut and he was losing some of the white which trickled from his jaws. I drove him away but he soon returned and I felt obliged to shoot him — the first creature of any kind which I had shot in fifteen years. Since then I have known so many nests to be destroyed by red squirrels that I will not allow one of these animals in my gar- den or in any other place where I am trying to at- tract birds. My friend Frederic H. Kennard, a trained ornithologist and a careful observer, has many times seen red squirrels destroy the — s 3r a c&efa}f{m£ Destruction by Natural Enemies 29 homes of birds. Such destruction has been seen by many other naturalists, some of whom have seen red squirrels bite off the heads of young birds and eat out the brains as they would eat the meat out of a nut. Gray squirrels as a rule are not so destructive, but there is positive proof that some of them at least destroy birds' nests, and when they become numerous in a particular locality and when other food becomes scarce, probably they do not hesi- tate to eat either eggs or nestlings. Chipmunks often destroy the nests of birds which build on or near the ground or in artificial arbors, and have been seen carrying off young birds in their mouths. Usually they do not climb enough to disturb birds which make their homes in trees. Flying squirrels are gentle little creatures which probably seldom if ever destroy eggs or young birds, though they often make their homes in deserted birds' nests, in hollow trees, and even in nest boxes. Muskrats are said to eat the eggs of birds nesting near water and in the marshes, but though I have lived where muskrats were plenti- ful, I have never seen any evidence of it. That common rats are often very destructive to the eggs and young of domestic poultry is 30 Wild Bird Guests well known, and there seems to be no good reason to believe that they would spare any young wild birds which they found unprotected. They are excellent climbers, our native black rat being almost the equal of a squirrel in this respect. Whether our wild mice and shrews are destruc- tive to bird life or not is a question on which we have little information. They are all more or less carnivorous, and white-footed mice at least are wonderful climbers, using their tails as well as their clever little feet. The dormouse of Europe is known to be destructive to birds, and it would be rather strange if creatures so similar in other habits were entirely guiltless of nest robbing. Much of what has been said about raccoons may be said with equal truth about opossums. While not among the principal enemies of birds, it is safe to say that they destroy practically all nests which they discover in their daily search for food. Many birds prey more or less upon other birds, but comparatively few seriously reduce the bird population. Shrikes, especially northern shrikes in winter are sometimes very destructive to small birds. Some observers state that shrikes make a specialty of killing European sparrows, and to whatever extent they do this they are friends of Destruction by Natural Enemies 31 our native birds. But that they do not confine themselves to sparrows there is plenty of evi- dence. In the village of Meriden, New Hamp- shire, where we make special efforts to attract birds by feeding them in winter, shrikes cause us a lot of trouble. One winter we fed great numbers of pine grosbeaks. They are naturally fearless birds and became very tame under kindly treatment. The shrikes were so bold that they would attack the grosbeaks under our very noses. A neighbor, Mr. Lewis Stickney, who fed a large flock of birds, saw a shrike kill two in his garden. One of these was feeding on the window-sill under the roof of the piazza. Though the shrike was possibly an inch and a half the longer of the two, it could hardly have been so heavy as the plump, well-fed grosbeak, yet the butcher bird actually carried off its victim. After carrying it for a few feet he dropped it in the snow, picked it up, dropped it again, and then perhaps getting a firmer grip, carried it for fully four hundred feet before disappearing. I have been obliged to shoot several shrikes in my own garden where they come for the chicka- dees and other small birds which we always have in numbers. I once saw a shrike pursue a chickadee from point to point in the bushes until the little titmouse lost his head and flew 32 Wild Bird Guests out over the open country. The shrike was after him instantly and quickly overtook him and bore him to the earth. And it is very appar- ent that the small birds know their enemy and fear him. As soon as he is seen, the pine gros- beaks fly up in alarm and scatter to the four winds; but when some chickadee gives the fright- ened squawk which in winter usually means a shrike, nearly all the other chickadees "freeze" wherever they happen to be — in a food house, the window box, or in the shrubbery. And they often remain rigid for as much as five minutes or more, allowing us to go close up and photograph them with the camera only a few inches away. Grackles are well known to be persistent rob- bers of nests. Where there are large colonies of these strange-faced, yellow-eyed birds it is probable that many nestling songsters are taken to feed the young grackles. That blue jays are even more destructive is the belief of many observers. One famous ornithologist told me recently that it was his private opinion that every individual blue jay was a nest robber, and if he is even nearly cor- rect, the loss of bird life from this one cause alone must be considerable, for in the greater part of eastern North America the blue jay is a common bird. Destruction by Natural Enemies 33 Crows, useful as they are at most seasons, often get the nest-robbing habit, and when they do they become a source of great distress and disaster to the small birds. A few of these, like the kingbird and red-winged blackbird, seemingly by the great vigor of their attacks, are able to drive the crows away, but many others fail to do this and their nests are pillaged with impunity. Many a time in the breeding season have I seen a crow sneaking through the trees and bushes where he had no legitimate business, evidently hunting for birds' nests, but with no positive evidence against him until the frantic cries of parent birds called attention to the thief flying off with the nestlings in his bill. Not long ago a crow came into a garden on the main street of Meriden, and was seen flying off with his bill filled to overflowing with young robins. He had carried off the whole brood at once. Not all crows perhaps have the nest-robbing habit, but those which do are not only destructive them- selves but may possibly spread the habit among their brethren. Some of the owls also are destructive to smaller birds, but usually their vices are not unmixed with virtues. For instance, the great horned owl, while he sometimes kills crows and grouse and other useful birds, is a notorious 34 Wild Bird Guests destroyer of skunks, and probably weasels, and other bird enemies. The screech owl undoubt- edly kills many small birds, some no doubt while they are asleep on their roosts; others are probably dragged from their nests. From the wing and tail feathers often found in the nests of screech owls it would seem that they capture a good many flickers. But of the birds of prey in this country, Cooper's hawk and the sharp-shinned hawk are perhaps, all things considered, the very worst. Not only does each individual kill and devour a great number of small birds, but these hawks are common over a wide range and thus constitute a serious check upon the increase of other birds. There are several other kinds of hawks, the duck hawk, for example, which are just as savage and individually just as destructive, but they are uncommon and therefore have but slight effect on the bird population of the country. The sharp-shin is a small, silent, fast-flying hawk that suddenly appears seemingly from nowhere, descends like a flash of lightning upon some small bird in the grass, or dashes into the foliage of a tree or bush to emerge a moment later with a limp song sparrow, thrush, or other little songster in his talons. In a field close to my house I saw a sharp-shinned hawk catch and SffiMum4,ABi#.&d '''"'/"I y%& &*& 6w£j*!%*rtia£A 7/aA^St^ Destruction by Man 41 life. It is said that on one morning soon after its erection, there were picked up at its base one thousand four hundred birds which had been killed the night before. The thousands of miles of telegraph, tele- phone, electric light, and trolley wires, stretched in every direction across civilized countries, kill many birds which accidentally fly against them. More than once I have picked up dead snipe immediately below telegraph wires, and a neigh- bor recently picked up a badly wounded wood- cock beneath the telephone wire in his garden. Tall wire fences are another cause of destruction. Close to a small inclosure one hundred feet square and surrounded by wire netting six feet high, I picked up in one summer five dead or wounded birds. The eight-and-a-half-foot wire fence surrounding the Corbin Game Preserve in New Hampshire probably accounts for the lives of many birds every year. I walked around it one day and in the twenty-seven miles I flushed a number of ruffed grouse. Five of them dashed right into the fence, some of them with such force as to leave tufts of feathers clinging to the wires. None of these birds happened to kill itself, but employees of the Corbins tell me that they have many times picked up dead grouse along the fence. A few days ago a boy working 42 Wild Bird Guests on the road near the Park brought me a dying hermit thrush which he thought had been injured in this way. Then civilized man is chiefly responsible, either directly or indirectly, for the terrible forest fires, which not only destroy the homes and food supply of millions of birds, but at times, as in the nesting season, must cause the immediate destruction of all young birds within the burning area and probably many of the old ones as well. Perhaps even greater destruction is wrought by the great autumn fires, which lure hosts of migrants to their doom. They become bewildered and fall into the flames. Not long ago, Mr. Nathan C. SchaefTer, Super- intendent of Public Instruction, made an earnest appeal to the school children of Pennsylvania for help in the prevention of forest fires. He pointed out many of the evils of such fires and among them the fact that they destroy "all the birds' nests and their eggs and the young birds." Of course much of this destruction is not to be avoided. We must clear the land in order that we may have farms and cities; we must drain the marshes for the same reason and as a matter of public health, and the lighthouses, telegraph wires, and fences follow as a matter of Destruction by Man 43 course. Fires are unnecessary and often avoid- able, but even these are generally the result of accident and are comparatively seldom set with any intention to injure the birds. Nor are men to blame for killing such birds as they actually need for food. The early settlers were obliged to hunt in order to live, and water- fowl and what are commonly known as game birds played an important part in saving our ancestors from starvation. In those early days wild ducks and geese, wild turkeys, wild pigeons, grouse, and quail were here in countless numbers, and as the number of people in the country was for a long time comparatively small, the birds they took for food were never missed from the numberless flocks and coveys which dotted the waters and swarmed in the forests. In fact for many years the settlers might have been counted among the friends of the birds, because they also killed off mountain lions, wild cats, wolves, foxes, raccoons, opossums, and other natural enemies that would doubtless have destroyed more birds than were taken by the hunters. But gradually, very gradually at first, the tide changed against the birds. As more and more people thronged to our shores, more and more food was needed to sustain them. Birds were easy to get and cheap to buy and they were 44 Wild Bird Guests killed and sold. Hundreds of towns and cities grew up, great markets were established, and more and more gunners took the field every year in order to supply those markets. Professional game dealers came into existence and professional market gunners took up their trade and saw to it that they were well supplied with birds. At first the game dealers would not buy more than could be used within a few days, that is before it spoiled, but presently the system of cold storage was invented and there seemed to be no limit to the quantity which would be bought and stored away. Another class of men, the sportsmen, also began to kill the birds, not because they actually needed them for food but because they found pleasure and recreation in hunting them. Nor were the game birds the only ones to suffer. With the coming of certain fashions in dress came a demand for bird plumage for women's hats and another class of bird killers, known as plume- hunters, sprang into existence. These men made a practice of shooting any kind of bird for which the milliners had a market. At one time it was grebes, at another gulls and terns, snowy herons, or bright-colored song birds like orioles and scarlet tanagers. To supply this ever-increasing army of shoot- ers great gun factories were established and the Destruction by Man 45 ingenuity of many inventors was applied to the making of more effective guns — weapons with which men could kill more birds. The old flint-lock was replaced with a more reliable gun discharged by means of a cap. The muzzle-load- ing gun gave way to a breech-loading gun, which could be fired three times as fast. Then came the double-barrelled breech-loader, nearly twice as deadly as the single-barrelled, and this was followed by the " pump " gun and automatic shot guns said to be about ten times as effective as the old muzzle-loader. Before these weapons in the hands of thou- sands of men, the wild fowl disappeared like snow before a summer wind, some of them never to return. The great auk, a flightless sea-bird inhabiting the coasts and islands of the North Atlantic, was the first to become extinct. From early times it had been the victim of attacks by voyagers and fishermen who killed it for its flesh, feathers, and oil. The fact that it nested in large colonies and that it could not fly resulted in its being destroyed in great numbers. It held its own fairly well, however, until its plum- age came into demand for feather beds when it disappeared. No living specimen has been seen since 1842. The Labrador duck was the next to go, but in 46 Wild Bird Guests this case the cause of extinction is not known. Probably it was never a very numerous species. The gunners may have had something to do with its disappearance, for about the middle of last century it was often seen in the markets. It was not, however, considered very desirable for food, and it is hardly likely that there was sufficient demand for it to endanger its existence. Pos- sibly it was wiped out by some disease such as the epidemic which has recently played such havoc among the wild ducks and other marsh birds in Utah and which we shall speak of else- where. But whatever the cause, no living Labrador duck has been seen since 1871. The extermination of the passenger pigeon, however, was wholly due to the selfish greed of man. It is said that in the early part of last century this was probably the most numerous bird on the North American continent. In order to get a faint idea of the numbers of the passenger pigeon in the time of Alexander Wilson, the ornithologist, let us imagine, if we can, just one such flock as he observed near Frankfort, Kentucky, about 1808. The birds moved in a column, whose front was more than a mile in width, and, flying at the rate of a mile a minute, they took four long hours to pass. Wilson, who was an accurate observer, after a careful calcu- Destruction by Man 47 lation, estimated that this one flock contained at least two billion, two hundred and thirty million, two hundred and seventy-two thou- sand pigeons. Audubon also gives a grand account of the armies of the passenger pigeon as observed by him. In 18 13, while riding from Henderson to Louisville, he noticed the pigeons flying over in even greater numbers than usual, and dismounted that he might attempt to count the number of detached flocks which passed him in an hour. In twenty-one minutes he gave up the task as impracticable. He says, "I travelled on, and still the air was literally filled with pigeons; the light of the noonday sun was obscured as if by an eclipse, and the continual buzz of the wings had a tendency to lull my senses to repose/' It would seem that nothing man could do would greatly diminish such countless multitudes as these, especially when Audubon assures us that they at least doubled their number and not in- frequently quadrupled them yearly. But alas, the pigeons were easy to get, they had a market value, and it was not against the law to kill them, and this combination would have insured their extermination had there been a hundred times as many. The fact that they roosted and nested in vast densely-packed colonies greatly simplified 48 Wild Bird Guests matters for the destroyers, and though the birds were killed wherever they were seen, the great slaughters occurred at the roosts and at the nesting grounds. In the time of Wilson and Audubon, one single colony of pigeons would sometimes occupy a forest forty miles long and perhaps three to four wide, every available tree of which would be laden to the breaking point with the nests. Wil- son counted upwards of ninety nests in a single tree, and some trees contained more than a hun- dred. Each nest soon contained one or two fat squabs. Every morning the parent birds started for their feeding grounds, vast forests of beech or oak trees perhaps, possibly two or three hundred miles away; and from noon until late in the afternoon they came pouring in with well-laden crops. Then the pigeon harvest was ripe, and armies of people, men, women, and children from the surrounding country, came in to gather it. Some brought tents, that they might camp upon the scene, and others came with sacks, baskets, and barrels, in which to collect the spoils, and horses and wagons with which to remove them. Then began a fearful massacre, in which no one thought of anything save how he could secure the greatest number of pigeons in the shortest space of time. Some used guns, others clubs or long Destruction by Man 49 poles with which to beat down the frantic pigeons, and still others suffocated the birds with pots of burning sulphur. The fat squabs in the nests were considered even more desirable prizes than the old birds, and scores of men spent their entire time in throwing to the ground, by means of long poles, all the nests within reach. Others, for whom this method was too slow, attacked the trees with axes, bringing down a hundred nests at once. Eye-witnesses testify that the spectacle was an awful one. Savage Indians, and still more savage white men, with many women and children, all engaged in killing birds. With hands and faces smeared with blood, and with feathers sticking in their clothing, many of them looked scarce human in the uncertain light, as they ran back and forth over the slippery ground, shouting at the tops of their voices in order to make themselves heard above the thundering roar created by the wings of millions of pigeons. All night long this awful slaughter continued, and at dawn the woods were seen to be carpeted with dead and dying birds. Sneak- ing away through the shadows of the woods could be seen the dim forms of mountain lions, foxes, wild cats, skunks, and other night prowlers, and then in the air would appear eagles and 50 Wild Bird Guests hawks and vultures coming for their share of the feast. The slaughtered pigeons were gathered up and piled in heaps until everyone had all he could cart away, and then droves of hogs, sometimes driven from long distances, were turned into the woods to fatten on the remainder. Year after year the massacres were repeated, the unfortunate pigeons being followed from one breeding ground to another, and that they were not exterminated years ago, is due solely to the fact that the remaining few became so scat- tered that it no longer paid anyone to pursue them. In addition to those destroyed at the breeding grounds, hundreds of thousands of old birds were trapped in "clap nets," upwards of three hun- dred sometimes being taken in a single haul, and one man being able to catch perhaps six thou- sand in a day. Many were sent by schooner- loads to New York, where they were sold at one time for one cent apiece, and they were so cheap in some places that the hogs were fed on them. They have gone, and America has nothing to show for her loss unless it be additional proof of the fact that no bird, no matter how numer- ous or how prolific, can long hold its own if it is repeatedly attacked on its breeding grounds. , s/t( j i Aacoc7i'J$Me& on . AJi/f/j wnen Jt/>< r //// Destruction by Man 51 Several attempts were made to save the passenger pigeons by rearing flocks of them in confinement, but these attempts served only to postpone for a few years the absolute extinction of the bird. A flock was established at Woods Hole, Massachusetts, for a time by Professor C. O. Whitman of Chicago University, and another occupied a large cage in the Cincinnati Zo- ological Park, where I have several times visited what is believed to have been the last survivor of its race. This bird, a female, was in cap- tivity for more than a quarter of a century and died only recently. The Esquimau curlew is now believed to be extinct or nearly so, and again the selfishness of man is to blame. This curlew was, as its other common name, dough bird, implies, a delicious table fowl, and its demand for the market was the chief cause of its extermination. Though its actual numbers were probably never so large as those of the passenger pigeon, they must have been very great. Dense flocks of these birds said to contain millions were often reported at points along the Atlantic coast during the earlier half of last century, and an immense flight in Labrador in 1833 actually reminded Audubon of the passenger pigeon itself. 52 Wild Bird Guests The Esquimau curlews nested from Alaska to Labrador, the favorite breeding place being the Barren Grounds of Northwestern Canada. They wintered in Argentina and Patagonia, and every fall the birds appeared in almost unbelievable flocks in Labrador and Newfoundland and the Magdalen Islands, where the fishermen killed great numbers and salted them down in barrels. The curlews then proceeded to Nova Scotia where they left the land and headed for South America by way of the West Indies. On the Magdalen Islands and perhaps elsewhere they roosted in dense masses on the high beach, and men armed with sticks and carrying lanterns to dazzle the birds slaughtered them by wholesale. Nor did they receive any better treatment on the New England coast, where after buffeting a cold northeast storm until they were exhausted, they alighted in misplaced confidence to rest. Their arrival was the signal for men and boys to chase and beat them down with clubs, or for the market-hunters and other gunners to shoot them as long as one remained on shore. In 1872 they were killed in such numbers on Cape Cod that the boys sold them as low as six cents apiece. Even at such prices some of the market-hunters sold hundreds of dollars worth. It is little won- der that the curlews at last learned to shun Destruction by Man 53 the New England coast as a deadly region, to be visited only at night and then only when they were too exhausted to continue their flight. After spending the winter in South America, the dough birds went back to their northern homes by a different route, by way of the Gulf States, and in the spring months were seen in great numbers on the western prairies and in the Mississippi Valley. But they fared no bet- ter in the west than they did in New England and were massacred wherever they went. If one was wounded and cried out, many of its companions would at once come and hover over it, and this habit must have helped in its destruc- tion by cowboys and others. The Esquimau curlew was doomed. Its num- bers began to diminish rather slowly at first, but rapidly later on. The great flights became less and less frequent and smaller and smaller in size until at last they ceased and the bird is now believed to be practically extinct. Specimens are still shot occasionally; an individual was taken as late as September 5, 1913, at East Orleans, Massachusetts. Besides these birds which have gone forever, there are a number more which have been per- secuted until they have disappeared from the greater part of their former range and in some 54 Wild Bird Guests cases are so reduced in numbers that they will probably soon be extinct. Among these are the trumpeter swan, the whooping crane, and the Carolina paraquet. The last named is believed by some authorities to be extinct already, but Frederic H. Kennard, in a recent visit to Florida, satisfied himself that there are a very few left in that State. He did not see the birds, but by carefully sifting the evidence of a number of residents, he learned of the existence of at least seven individuals. According to Frank M. Chapman, the extermination of the paraquet was due chiefly to four causes. He says, "first, it was destructive to fruit orchards, and for this reason was killed by agriculturists; second, it was trapped and bagged in enormous numbers by professional bird-catchers; third, it has been killed in myriads for its plumage; and fourth, it has been wantonly slaughtered by so-called sportsmen. In short, in the present century, the paraquet has always disappeared soon after its haunts were invaded by civilized man." There are many other birds which have been reduced in numbers to the danger point, but I will mention but two more — the great white heron and the snowy egret, both of which were once distributed over a wide range extending from Northern South America to New England, Destruction by Man 55 and which were numerous in many places such as Florida and the Mississippi Valley. They have been extirpated over a very large part of this range and that they are not extinct is due to the passing of rigid laws for their protection, to the setting aside as bird refuges by executive order, certain suitable tracts of lands where the birds might live and nest in peace, and by the patriotic efforts of a few private individuals who have established sanctuaries for the herons. The curse of these birds was the beautiful plumes or " aigrettes" which they wore only in the nesting season and which for this reason have often been called the "bridal" plumes. The story of the destruction of these herons for their plumage is perhaps the most dishearten- ing and certainly the saddest of any connected with the killing of wild birds in this country. The herons nested in large colonies and the men employed by the feather dealers to obtain the plumes, would visit these colonies when the nest- ing season was at its height and when the mother love of the parent birds was so strong that no amount of shooting would make them leave the place. Here, usually with small noiseless rifles, the herons were shot down as they came in from the feeding ground with food for their young, as they sat upon their nests, or some- 56 Wild Bird Guests times as they came in attracted by a wounded comrade tied to a stake in the swamp as a decoy. The plumes were then stripped from their backs and the bodies left to rot. Sad as this is, it is by no means the saddest part of the story. The young birds which occupied most of the nests at this season, and which were of course entirely dependent on their parents for food, were left to starve to death after pitifully calling, some- times for days, for their parents who lay in the swamp beneath with their backs torn out, that wo- men might wear the looted plumes in their hats. If anything could be more outrageous than this, surely it is the recent massacre of birds on the Island of Laysan. In order to give an intel- ligent idea of this affair, it is necessary to say a few words about the island itself. To most of us the word " Laysan" means little if anything more than a tiny dot on the map, indicating the position of a wee coral island in the Pacific about eight hundred miles northwest by west from Honolulu ; but to the men who have been there, the mere mention of it brings to the mind a hundred pictures representing the joys and sorrows, the festivals and the tragedies in the lives of myriad birds which comprise perhaps the most unique community of feathered beings on the face of the earth. It is one of many tiny Destruction by Man 57 islets, rocks, and reefs, which like so many truant children, straggle off from the main Hawaiian group in the direction of Japan; specks of land insignificant enough perhaps when judged by human standards, but great residential centers and nurseries for the unnumbered sea-fowl which call them "home." The great white albatross, King of the Pacific, whom we see on tireless wing, levying tribute on the very borders of his do- mains, carries in his brain a chart of these islands, and he has his capital at Laysan. How long this islet has been inhabited by its feathered popula- tion no man can tell, but doubtless for ages. Small as it is, barely three miles long, it was a few years ago the home of millions of birds, including five species found nowhere else in the world. Practically every square yard was occupied, and thousands of late comers were obliged to go away because there was no room for them. In fact there are so many bird homes on Laysan, that the tenants are obliged to live in tenement fashion, some underground in burrows, others on the surface, and others still in the bushes above. And quite unlike other bird homes, these are used all the year round; not by the same tenants to be sure, for at the very moment when the families of one species are ready to move out, those of another species are 58 Wild Bird Guests waiting to move in. There is no "quiet" season in Laysan ; it is the scene of strange and ceaseless activity from year's end to year's end, forever. This, in a general way, is the impression I got from a story told me by Mr. Walter K. Fisher, the ornithologist who formed one of the party aboard the U. S. Fish Commission Steamer Albatross, which from March to August, 1902, was engaged in deep-sea explorations among the Hawaiian Islands. Standing on a pile of phosphate rock not far from a little pond, one could overlook the largest colony of white albatrosses on the island and probably the largest in the world. At certain times of the day this whole section was literally white with the snowy plumage of these great sea-birds, actually numbering more than a million individuals. Overhead one might see and hear tens of thousands of terns, apparently all screaming at once and creating such a vol- ume of bewildering noise that one was obliged to shout in order to make oneself heard. In another part of the island there were colonies of the black-footed albatross, which while not so numerous, would have been considered re- markable almost anywhere else but in Laysan. Birds' eggs were everywhere, and it was prac- tically impossible to move about without de- -. 1 ■wzt ■■'MM ( • ^k? (ifi&itetfri/viu c^/w,ftw& Amd(paa&> Destruction by Man 59 stroying some. They were in the grass and the bushes, on the ground by hundreds of thousands, and in many places it was difficult to walk on account of the burrows of petrels and shearwaters into which one would sink to the knees at almost every step. There were birds overhead, birds under foot, peering from every bush and from behind every tussock of grass, scuttling about over the ground after food or with flopping wings attempting to lead the stranger from the vicinity of their homes. Red-tailed tropic birds, boobies, man-o'-war birds, rails, teal, bristle-thighed curlews, golden plovers, trunstones, honey-eaters, finches, and miller-birds, each species busy with its own affairs, which not infrequently involved interference with the affairs of others. And more remarkable perhaps even than the great numbers of the birds was their tameness. The great albatrosses would literally meet a visitor half-way and gather about him, gently examining the texture of his clothing with their bills and in other ways seeming to take as much interest in his affairs as he did in theirs. Mr. Fisher's experience with the Laysan rail will give some idea of how trustful of man birds may be if they never have cause to regard him as an enemy. This tiny brown bird is flightless; its wings are not used at all except when the rail 60 Wild Bird Guests is hopping to a perch or hurrying very fast, at which times they are spread somewhat as a domestic fowl's wings are spread under similar circumstances. On one occasion Mr. Fisher was about to photograph the nest and eggs of one of these birds and for this purpose had parted and propped back the juncus stems which hid it from view. As he was about to make the exposure, and with the camera only two feet away, the little rail hopped back into the nest and in a business-like way began to cover herself up with the soft lining. Mr. Fisher photographed her several times, but then desiring to get the picture of the nest and eggs, he lifted her off, but at once she slipped back and defeated his purpose. Then with the black cloth he chased her away into the tall grass a short distance, and hastened back to the camera, but the little rail, as though deter- mined that he should not get that picture if she could help it, came skipping back and was into the nest again before the exposure could be made. It would seem that here at least was a colony of birds that need not fear the destructive hand of man. They had sought a refuge hundreds of miles from civilization, and by their presence and their activities had made an insignificant little island into one of the wonder spots of the world. Destruction by Man 61 Beautiful, trustful, and defenseless, these inoffen- sive creatures make a direct appeal to every decent instinct, but as far as the plume-hunters were concerned, the appeal was made in vain. In the spring of 1909 a party of twenty-three of these cold-blooded men landed on Laysan, and began a work of slaughter which for heartless cruelty has perhaps never been equalled by any- one else engaged in this cruel business. Ap- parently it was their intention to kill all the birds on the island and they actually succeeded in butchering three hundred thousand of these innocent creatures before the United States Government, in prompt response to a telegram from Professor William A. Bryan of Honolulu, sent the revenue cutter Thetis and stopped the killing. Sad and almost unbelievable sights greeted Captain Jacobs and the men of the Thetis. Several acres which had been the site of teeming colonies of industrious happy birds, were strewn with bones and dead bodies. Car loads of feath- ers, skins, and wings were ready for shipping, and thousands of other wings were piled in a shed, and it is the bitter truth that many of these wings had been cut from the bodies of living birds which had then been allowed to run away to bleed to death. But the wretches who did this thing — I cannot bring myself to call them men — 62 Wild Bird Guests went farther than this. They put hundreds of sea-birds in a dry cistern and allowed them to slowly starve to death, because in starving they would use up the fatty tissue stored next to the skin, leaving the skin free from grease and there- fore much easier to prepare. These birds were tortured to supply the millinery trade which some people still dare to uphold ; and the mil- linery trade required them because thoughtless women insisted on wearing these badges of cruelty in their hats. When I see women wearing the plumage of wild birds, I wonder if they have normal brains, or indeed whether they have any brains at all. It seems impossible that they should, in this day, still be ignorant of the misery they are causing, and it seems equally impossible that if they do know it they can be so heartless as to uphold and prolong the cruel fashion. Fortunately many good laws have recently been passed in this country to protect the wild birds formerly used for millinery purposes, and when the other civilized governments are ready to cooperate with our own we can have an international law which will practically put a stop to this traffic in wild-bird plumage. But it cannot be flattering to the women who persist in wearing plumage, to realize that it is necessary Destruction by Man 63 for men to make laws to force them to give up a cruel practice. But it is not the plume-hunter alone who is causing our remaining wild birds to disappear; there are many other kinds of hunters. Of these one of the worst is the so-called sportsman. I use the word "so-called" to distinguish him from the real sportsman who is one of the best pro- tectors of birds we have. The real sportsman is the man who is fond of the woods and fields, and streams, and lakes, and who, when game and fish are plentiful likes to get a little for him- self or a friend, but who, when game shows signs of decreasing, does his best in every way to pro- tect it and insure its increase. The " so-called " sportsman often seems to forget that anyone else has an interest in the game; he sometimes acts as though he owned it all, and proceeds to take it all or as nearly all of it as he can get. It never seems to occur to him that there is a limit to the number of birds which it is fair for him to shoot, even when they are plentiful, or that he should refrain entirely from shooting when they are scarce. He fights to prevent the passage of any good law which may be framed with a view to saving the sorely harassed birds, if it in any way interferes with his own pleasure. He shoots all the birds the law permits him to, 64 Wild Bird Guests even when he knows that the law is unfair to the birds and that they cannot hold their own against it. If there is no law to stop him he kills all the birds he can, and resorts to the use of automatic and pump guns and other unfair weapons because it is not "sport," but birds, that he is trying to get. With such weapons as these in a place where birds are plentiful, a man can kill from two hundred to four hundred wild ducks or wild geese in a day. The damage which can be inflicted on game birds and waterfowl by this class of gunner has been greatly increased by the invention of the automobile and the power boat, both of which enable him to hunt over a vastly wider field in a given time than was possible before. As a destroyer of game birds the market- hunter is perhaps the worst of all. Most other gunners go hunting occasionally or for a few days at a time, but the market-man makes a business of hunting and if the law permits goes out every day as long as there are any birds left to shoot. Of course he uses the automatic and pump shot guns, because with them he can get more birds and more birds to him mean more money. The farmers are to a large extent responsible for the great decrease among our birds of prey. They are not the only ones to blame for there are Destruction by Man 65 many gunners who cannot resist the temptation to shoot at large, conspicuous birds of any kind. But the farmers, more than any others perhaps, kill hawks and owls more or less systematically, because they believe these birds, one and all, to be destroyers of poultry. In one way it is quite natural that they should believe this. It is easy to notice a hawk come down into one's poultry yard and fly away with a hen or even a chicken which one knows by sight. And it is easy to appreciate the loss because it is imme- diate and definite, the value of the chicken being known. But it is much less easy to keep in sight that same hawk or another, as day after day he picks up mice in the distant fields. And though the gain to the farm through the destruction of the mice may be many times greater than the loss sustained by the killing of the chicken, the exact amount of it is not known to the farmer and moreover he does not get it at once. The one thing that is really clear to him is that a hawk has caused him a loss, and without looking any farther he decides to prevent losses of that kind by killing every hawk he sees. When laws are passed to prevent the killing of birds, he sees to it that the hawks are not included in the list of birds protected by it, and sometimes he goes farther than this and demands that a reward or 66 Wild Bird Guests bounty be paid by the state for every hawk killed. The foreigners who come to our shores from countries where people are not taught to respect the rights of birds, are another great menace to our feathered neighbors, especially to the song birds. The lower classes of Italians are among the worst of these offenders, and it will help us to understand the problem if we glance at conditions in their own country. In Italy not even song birds are protected. In addition to what we call game birds, thrushes, skylarks, goldfinches, redstarts, siskins, crossbills, wood- peckers, nuthatches, titmice, warblers, and scores of others, are regarded as "game" and are sold for food in every market in Italy. As shown in the case of birds hunted for their plumage, wherever there is a market to be supplied, there will be people willing to supply it, and through- out Italy there are thousands of men who do nothing else but catch and kill song birds to be eaten by their fellow-countrymen. Thousands and tens of thousands are offered at from two cents to five cents apiece threaded on strings and sold in bunches as we sell beets or onions. Most of these birds are brought in by professional bird- catchers. Some of them are shot, some taken with snares or bird lime, but probably by far the ,9^m^riccm^S^^^^-^liM^i , d ly ^lalianA/ Destruction by Man 67 greater number are captured in nets of various kinds. Many of these nets are used in connec- tions with what are known as roccolos, permanent bird traps established in carefully chosen spots, often situated on hillsides, in valleys, along some natural migration route. Roccolos vary in size, and some are more elaborate than others, but the essentials are a clump or grove of trees to invite the attention of passing birds, a few little songsters to call and make the place appear homelike, a net of fine threads to entangle the victims of this treachery, and the fowler, who kills the captured birds and sells them to be eaten. The fowler or keeper of the roccolo lives close by in a little building which sometimes takes the form of a tower from which he can watch the nets, and in which he deposits his catch in a pile on the floor. . Hidden from view by the screen of trees, hang a number of small cages containing little birds whose eyes have been burned out with red-hot wires, because blind birds call more often than those which can see. These wretched little prisoners by their calls, and by their song, for they sing too at times, all unknowingly lure the wild birds to their death. If birds come near, but hesitate on the outside trees, the fowler, by means of a sort of raquet thrown through the air, 68 Wild Bird Guests makes a sound like the whistling of a hawk's wings, and down plunge the frightened song birds to their doom. As they struggle in the net, the fowler comes forth from his hidding place, seizes them roughly, kills them by thrusting a sharpened stick through their heads, and tosses their pathetic little bodies on top of the growing heap on the floor of his dwelling. And there are hundreds of such roccolos, each of them destroying thousands — many of them tens of thousands of birds during a single migration. Is it any wonder that the Italians have no song birds of their own? This terrible trade can be carried on now only because many of the migra- tory birds from other parts of Europe come down through Italy in order to shorten their flight across the Mediterranean. Is it any wonder that ignorant Italian laborers, fresh from a country where this sort of thing is not only permitted but encouraged, should, on landing here, make themselves a set of snares and a wad of bird lime, buy cheap guns, and set out to catch and kill anything and everything that wears feathers? They are not necessarily either bad or lawless. Many of them land in this country which they have been taught is the freest in the world, probably never doubting that they have at least as much right to kill things here as they Destruction by Man 69 had in Italy. They cannot read our books and papers and when they meet a game warden they do not know who he is nor what he is saying; they only understand in a general way that he is trying to stop them from doing what they think they have a perfect right to do. They are naturally hot-tempered and quick to resent what they believe to be an injustice, and serious trouble for the game warden is often the result. I remember a few years ago, watching a surgeon removing shot from the face of a policeman who had been shot by an Italian poacher in the Middlesex Fells Reservation, near Boston. He had chased the man, who deliberately turned around and let him have both barrels. I am not defending the Italian shooter of song birds. He is doing wrong and we must absolutely stop him, but we shall be able to do this in a wiser, surer way if we understand the kind of man we have to deal with, and realize that he is not entirely to blame for his attitude toward our wild life. In another chapter I shall give some suggestions for dealing with this problem. The negroes and poor-white folks of our south- ern states are even worse than the ignorant foreigners, for they slaughter our song birds, not by scores but by hundreds and sometimes by thousands. Sad to say, robins and other songsters jo Wild Bird Guests are still ruthlessly destroyed in many of om southern states. They are killed for food and the negroes and poor whites supply the mar- kets. When the holly berries are ripe, the robins gather by tens of thousands to feed upon them and their coming is the signal for every negro who can afford a three-dollar gun to get out and shoot them. The robins are also very fond of cedar berries, and during the winter months where these are plentiful, they gather in immense flocks. The fact that they roost in the cedars at night, makes possible another form of slaughter. Men and boys with torches each climb a tree while companions with poles and clubs disturb the robins and cause them to fly about. Dazzled by the torches, the sleepy robins fly to the torch-bearer who kills them by either pinching their necks or pulling their heads off, and drops their bodies into a bag. Three or four hundred birds represent a fair night's work for a man, and sometimes there are a hundred or more men engaged. The contribu- tion of a single southern village in a year will sometimes amount to hundreds of thousands of birds and there are many villages. It is hardly to be wondered at if we fail to see large numbers of robins on our lawns in the spring. The ignorant southern negroes are a problem Destruction by Man 71 in themselves. In the nesting season or out of it, it makes no difference to them. In gangs, large and small, armed with cheap guns and followed by mongrel "bird" dogs, they rake the country, killing everything that flies or runs. Worst of all, perhaps, they burn over large tracts of land, destroying the natural cover for the birds, mak- ing it easy to pot the few which might otherwise have found shelter at the time, and preventing the area from being used as a breeding ground or as a refuge for years to come. Nevertheless, thanks to improved laws, to campaigns of edu- cation, and to a firmer stand taken by the culti- vated people of the South, matters are much better than they were a few years ago, and the outlook for the future is hopeful. Lumber camps and mining camps are often responsible for the local extermination of certain birds. When, as often happens, such camps are at a considerable distance from a large town, it is difficult and expensive to supply the men with fresh beef, mutton, or pork, and if there are game birds or waterfowl in the vicinity, they are sure to suffer. Such birds are killed in large numbers not only to supply immediate needs but for fu- ture use, so that when an opportunity presents itself, the men kill all they can get. A great deal of damage has been done, and is J2 Wild Bird Guests still done at certain times and places, by the small boy who has not been taught a proper re- gard for bird life. With air gun, sling shot, trap, and snare, he can quickly become a terror to the birds within walking distance of his home, and if he adds to these methods of destruction the offense of taking birds' eggs, he can increase the destruction many fold. Usually, I think, it is not the boy's fault. To a quite natural curiosity to see at close range or to possess, certain beauti- ful things which have attracted his attention, is added the joy of proving his quickness in dis- covery, his cleverness in outwitting, or his skill in capturing or killing the object of his desire. His curiosity has not been led into safer channels; he has not been shown more useful ways in which to prove his cleverness and skill. The scientific collector of birds is one against whom popular indignation is often directed (or perhaps I should say misdirected), because he is occasionally seen shooting birds which other people are not allowed to shoot. I do not collect birds myself, and I do not believe in permitting people to collect birds simply because they would like to have collections. But there are in every state certain scientific men who are giving a great deal of time to the study of birds with a view to adding to our knowledge of ornithology Destruction by Man 73 and it is my belief that these men should be permitted to collect. They should, I think, be allowed to take such birds as are needed and few of them will take more than this. I am ac- quainted with many collectors and most of them are not only conscientious gentlemen, but loyal supporters of the cause of bird protection. Some of them do not shoot more than a bird or two a year, after a reasonable working collec- tion has been made. I know one, an enthusiast, too, who has shot only one bird in two years. One market-hunter will kill more birds than all the scientific men in his state, put together. BIRD ENEMIES FOR WHICH MAN IS CHIEFLY RESPONSIBLE In addition to the losses which man inflicts on birds directly, he does further damage in- directly through the activities of certain animals for whose present status he is to a greater or less extent responsible. Of these, far and away the most destructive is the house cat. She be- longs to a family of highly carnivorous animals, and as compared with the dog is only about half domesticated. Her wonderful body is specially designed for capturing and overpowering crea- tures weaker than herself, and song birds seem 74 Wild Bird Guests to be her favorite prey. When they nest in the trees or shrubs, or on arbors in the garden, her wonderful ability as a climber enables her to invade their nests. When they come to the ground for food or water, she lies in wait and springs upon them. She hunts by day and by night, and when she is abroad there are few places where birds are safe. Mr. Chapman, America's best-known orni- thologist and a most careful and accurate writer, says : " In our own opinion there are not less than twenty-five million cats in the United States, and there may be twice that number. A house cat has been known to kill fifty birds in a season and a naturalist, than whom none is better qualified to judge, believes that five hundred thousand birds are annually killed by cats in New England alone ! Apply these figures to the cats and the country at large, and the result is appalling!" Mabel Osgood Wright, president of the Con- necticut Audubon Society, and author of Bird Craft, Citizen Bird, and other works, who has had a wide experience with both birds and cats, as- sures us that "the evidence of men and women whose words are incontestable would verify my most radical statement, but one fact is beyond dispute — if the people of the country insist on keeping cats in the same numbers as at pres- gf '*> 1 \ 5? > vs.- \ 'V id Ml ??,,// trc,,