All day long, the little beaks of the birds are busy.

The dear little rose-breasted gross-beak carefully examines the potato plants, and picks off the beetles, the martins destroy weevil, the quail and grouse family eats the chinchbug, the woodpeckers dig the worms from the trees, and many other birds eat the flies and gnats and mosquitoes that torment us so.
No flying or crawling creature escapes their sharp little eyes.

A great Frenchman says that if it weren't for the birds human beings would perish from the face of the earth.

They are doing all this for us, and how are we rewarding them?
All over America they are hunted and killed.
Five million birds must be caught every year for American women to wear in their hats and bonnets.

Just think of it, girls.