IOW TO ENTERTAIN THEM ^ $*£y3£. !^^« WILD BIRD GUESTS WAtSSerfyticAjKAtSfac 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 A PREFACE BY THEODORE ROOSEVELT WITH 50 PHOTOGRAVURE ILLUSTRATIONS FROM PHOTOGRAPHS NEW YORK E. P. BUTTON & COMPANY 1915 COPYRIGHT, 1915 BY E. P. BUTTON & COMPANY Ube fmfcfcerbocfeer press, flew l&orfc Co MY WIFE A STANCH FRIEND OF THE BIRDS AND ALWAYS MY BEST ASSISTANT THIS BOOK Is AFFECTIONATELY DEDICATED PREFACE MR. BAYNES has written not only a very in- teresting book but one that is really of capital importance. We Americans have recklessly wasted our national assets in the past. But now there has come a change. We are trying to preserve our forests and utilize our water supply and care for the soil instead of merely exhausting it. One of the pleasantest features of the new movement is the constantly growing interest in wild life, and especially in bird life. The Meriden Bird Club has furnished a model for all similar experiments in preserving bird life, and Mr. Baynes writes in advocacy of a cause which by practical achievement he has shown to be entitled to the support of every sensible man, woman, and child in the country. I say " child " advisedly, for boys and girls have a peculiar part to play in the crusade for the better protection of our birds. There is sound economic reason for protecting the birds; and in addition there is ample reason for protecting them simply be- cause they add immeasurably to the joy of life, VI Preface and of all those fit really to enjoy life outside of our great cities or even in the parks and suburbs of our great cities. I speak as one who has in his own person benefited by the result of Mr. Baynes's missionary work, for in consequence of this work we who live on Long Island have now organized a Bird Club for the Island. Our endeavor is to do for Long Island some small part of what has been done by the Meriden Bird Club and kindred organizations in New Hampshire and elsewhere. THEODORE ROOSEVELT. FOREWORD " Kind hearts need no compulsion to be kind.*' MACKAYE. 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- vii 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, 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 . . .10 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 310 INDEX ........ 317 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 Marr 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. 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 "phcebe" 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- 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 10 Destruction by Elements and Disease 1 1 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 1912 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 birds 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 At M/ t/vad rm ojjan wtifm \ 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 1914, 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, j uncos, 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, 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