The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1873-04-10


nation are proposed and tried, and still
the enemy gains upon US. Our real
remedy plainly lies in an increase Of
birds. To accomplish this there is but
one way better protection, more tender
care for the life of the bird. It is an lie
fear that even with the best protection
that can be given, they will increase
beyond the real demand for sbeir ser.
vice.
There are go many dangers that beset,
so many accidents that may befall the
young bird, that it is not often that a
pair Of birds are able to rear a whole
brood. There are snakes and wild quad
rupeds ready to devour. There are q few
kisds of birds, Very useful themselves
at other times, which do not object to
eggs or young birds. erEzTaEz EaI7
A greet many, especially in nests upon
the ground, are lost during fierce storms.
but perhaps there is no other enemy.
which so seriously threatens the bird
race as the cat. 1t is searching night and
day, and aggs, young birds, or old ones.
are equally acceptable. One often sees
half dozen or more lean, half starved
creatures at single house. 1t certainly
locks 50 if birds would not thrive we'll
ah"ut such place. o,4f .s-e-ru~ss
The horticulturist, whether he will or
not, IS one of the natural protectors of tia
birds, The deciduous forest trees and q
evergreens, the fruit trees, shrub and
vines are retreats and homes for the
birds. a&E j
II IS feared that by|an increase of birds
few more cherries and berries will be
lost. We can raise more and easier than
ever before, for we shall not have to con-
test every plumb and apple with an enc.
my. 1t must be plain to every one that
tue injury which birds have done to fruit.
during the last twenty years, would not
equal the loss by the codling moth in
single year.
We are debtors to the BIRDS for the
music of nature. They are the voice of
the hills and valleys and the woodlands,
that ran only rustic. On May and June
mornings |. hear the quiet, happy strains
or the meadow lark, come up from the
near lowlands, long before tho break Of
day. In the early twilight: dozen rob-
ms sing, and as | walk one flies so close
that it almost touches my head. Among
the low trees sounds he
''Esr, e'er tie dee.doe chirp, chirp, dew-dew,"
of the little field sparrow, as clear and
pcarly as the dew drops themselves.
Where the vines and willows droon
along the creek, the cat birds are SINGING.
Many one OF them has sung almost the
whole night through Perhaps YOU do
not know that in the white moonlight
nights OF the last week of May, the cat
bird is real nightingale. Thave heard
him sing at all hours of the night, from
eleven until morning.
With the broadening light, high ap in
he tree top, sounds the hilarious chorus
of the brown thresher Away in the
woodlands, the wood thrushes awake in
he dim twilight. Their song is full Of
quiet JOY and pure aspiration. I have
known people who could talk the gossin
of the hour with the clear voices OF these
birds about them. There are persons, no
doubt, who would tell idle stories a,
Heavens gate.
The little Nuthatch pipes softly. The
wood pewee calls sadly, "Pe .o-wee, pe-o-
Vice." But here comes one with shin.
ing rose leaf on his breast the rose breast
ed Grosheck. His rich soag, with just a
touch of tender sadness in it, seems to
tioat on the mists of the river. He loves
the vicinage Of water, and is rarely found
far from it. We are debtors to the birds
VALUABLE DOG.