They just stick their pointed heads into the bark and turn their bodies around and around and out pours a little stream of sawdust.

The birds would pick off such pests fast enough if people would only give them a chance and not scare them off with shotguns." "Yes, the birds earn their way, there is no denying it, and he is a very stupid farmer who begrudges them the little corn and wheat they take from the fields.

The account is more than balanced by the good they do." Then the conversation ceased, for the colonel and his friend moved off to inspect the quince bushes.
Pleased by the praises they had bestowed on us for our efforts in cleaning the fruit trees and cornfields of injurious insects, I went to work with new vigor to get out some bugs for my luncheon, and was thus pleasantly employed when a sharp twitter from my mother attracted my attention.
"Look, children!" she exclaimed.

"Here come our young ladies with some company from the city.

Be careful to notice what they have on their heads and then tell me what you think of our sweet, pretty ladies." One of my brothers was swaying lightly on a little swing below me.