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Show A GOOD WORD FOR THE BLACKBIRDS. A farmer writes from Wood's Hole to the Boston Advertiser: "A few days ago, as the barley in my fields was ripening, the blackbirds began to gather about it, and my farmer began to anathematize them as thieves and robbers, feeling upon what they did not dow. 'Why, they come,' said ho, 'in olouds from Nauahon, and all about us.' Notwithstanding, I told him I was satisfied that they did more good than harm, and that they were: welcome to their share. The harvest began, and as the mowers reached the middle of the field they found the stalks of the grain very much stripped and cut up by the army worm. When the bark y was down they begun to march out of t:ic tiuld in a compact stream through the bar-way into tliu next one, and hoie he saw clearly what (he blackbirds were utter. They pounced upon them and devoured thorn by thousands, very materially lessening their numbers. Tho worms are so numerous that they have not destroyed them all, but have materially materi-ally letaencd them and their power of mischief. All honor, then, to the blackbirds, which aro usually 00111111-1 mischievous, and ire destroyed by farmers like vermin. These army worms have returned after an interval inter-val of eight or ten years." |
