Up to fifty years ago the Passenger Pigeon was extremely plentiful everywhere east of the great plains--there were many millions in a single flock sometimes.

It was a most valuable bird, its flesh being particularly well-flavored and tender.

It nested in large colonies that often stretched unbroken for many miles in the woods, and was both hardy and prolific.

If it had been protected in the breeding season and hunted fairly as an article of food at other times, we should still be enjoying Pigeon pie as freely as we did in my boyhood.

But as the population of the country increased, these great flocks were cruelly slaughtered, for the mere greed of killing them; thousands were often left to decay upon the ground, and now I do not believe that any one of you has ever seen a wild Pigeon before to-day." "We have Pigeon pie at home in the winter," said Dodo.
"Yes, tame Pigeon pie," said the Doctor.
"It might have been tame pie and it was very good! But, Uncle Roy, why did people want to kill these good, food birds when they didn't care to eat them ?" "It is difficult to say exactly, little girl.