They outnumbered those of any other color three to one.
Among the birds it really seemed as if the little yellow fellows were in the preponderance.

At least, they were until the redwinged blackbirds and bobolinks, that had nested on the upland, suddenly saw in the swamp the garden of the Lord and came swarming by hundreds to feast and adventure upon it these last few weeks before migration.

Never was there a finer feast spread for the birds.

The grasses were filled with seeds: so, too, were weeds of every variety.

Fall berries were ripe.