You can go right up to 'em and they won't leave the nest.

Them birds has two broods in a season, and then's the chance to get a good whack at 'em." Joe rubbed his hands together in delight as he turned to his sister, "You'd ought to have seen 'em, Betty.

There was pop in his rubber boots a creepin' along--a c-r-e-e-p-i-n' along as sly as a mouse toward 'em, and there they stayed.

The male bird he fluttered and' squawked, and the female she stuck to the nest till pop he got right up and he didn't even have to shoot her.

He just clubbed her over the back and down she went ker-splash as dead as you please.