“[It] ain’t the neighbours so much as it’s boys that need raising, an’ them town creatures who call themselves sportsmen, an’ kill a hummin’-bird to see if they can hit it. Time was when trees an’ underbrush were full o’ birds an’ squirrels, any amount o’ rabbits, an’ the fish fairly crowdin’ in the river. I used to kill all the quail an’ wild turkeys about here a body needed to make an appetizing change. It was always my plan to make a little an’ leave a little. But jest look at it now. Surprise o’ my life if I get a two-pound bass. Wild turkey goblin’ would scare me most out of my senses, an’, as for the birds, there are jest about a fourth what there used to be, an’ the crops eaten to pay for it. I’d do all I’m tryin’ to for any bird, because of its song an’ colour, an’ pretty teeterin’ ways, but I ain’t so slow but I see I’m paid in what they do for me. Up go these signs, an’ it won’t be a happy day for anybody I catch trespassin’ on my birds." (Song 104-6)