NESTLINGS. OF FOREST AND MARSH 
By this time their wings were strong, and 
one day the entire family, with several 
others, disappeared over the tree-tops and 
did not, according to tradition, come back to 
the old tree to roost. We missed them, and 
wondered why, but not until a week later 
was this mystery solved. When driving 
through a country road on the other side of 
the lake, the Man with the Camera ex- 
claimed, “ That looks like a crow hanging on 
the barbed wire fence yonder!” We tied 
the horse and tramped across lots to investi- 
gate, and may such a sight never meet my 
eyes again. On the ground within a radius 
of a few feet were the lifeless bodies of five 
young crows ; and there, beside his slaugh- 
tered little ones, hung “ Jim,” impaled by 
his throat and exhibited as a warning to all 
his tribe not to meddle with that farmer’s 
corn. Looking over the many acres of 
bright green spears that stretched field after 
field away to the woods, I wondered whether 
the amount taken by “ Jim” and his brood 
would have materially lessened that crop. 
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