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Show A Kentucky Bird Convention. A sight so strange that is would pay stranger to come miles to see, occurs every night five miles south of this place, on the Cedar Bluffs of the Cum-borland River. Every evening, just about sundown, the sky is darkened as far as the eye can see by great flocks of birds coming to roost in these cedars. Your correspondent, accompanied by a native and a lantern, spent a couple of hours last night among the cedars, watching this wonderful congregation of birds of every tongue, plumage, and almost every country this side of the tropics. Startles by our approach, great crowds of the chattering tribe would rise from their perches in the cedars and fly off with a noise like deep and distant thunder. We had to scream at the top of our voices to hear one an-other speak. Large limbs of the trees were broken off, caused by the accumu-lated weight of birds. Hundreds, blinded by our lanterns, would fly into our face. We could pick thousands of them from the branches of the trees. but what seemed to strange about this bird convention was the seeming peace and harmony that existed between the birds. The hawk and dove roosted in peace on the same branch, while hun-dreds of robins and sparrows circled in perfect safety around the perch of large owls. In the early morning, when these congeners of the groves left their perches in the cedars for the fields of the open country, it was a most beauty-ful and gorgeous sight to behold. With the blue of the jay, the crimson and red of the fence wren and red bird, the yellow and gray of the yellow and sparrow birds seemed like some grand and splendid panorama of the floral kingdom endowed with the power of music moving through the air in a pro-cession composed of all the colors of the rainbow. Hundreds of people go every night to see this strange wonder. -[ Somerset Special |
