I went back to bed again, and in the morning was a little dismayed to find that my pretty visitors had eaten up nearly all my green corn.

And the birds were still there when I went forth in the morning.

They made the air ring with their lively chatter, but the uproar they made was as music to me.

The majority of them had greyish-yellow bodies, with yellow beaks and pink ruffs, and they were not at all afraid of me.

I moved about freely among them, and did not attempt to drive them out of my corn patch, being only too grateful to see so much life about me.