Four shorter rows rose in tiers.

To the nails at the top strong beaks and black feathers adhered, much bedraggled and ruffled by weather.

These crows had long been dead; the keeper when he shot a crow did not trouble to have it carried home, unless a nail was conspicuously vacant.

The ignoble bird was left where he fell.
On the next row the black and white of magpies and the blue of jays alternated.

Many of the magpies had been despoiled of their tails, and some of their wings, the feathers being saleable.