The sound of the hunter's gun resounds on the hills. Millions of pigeons roost nightly at Oakland, and each train passing through Piedmont carries its quota of shot guns, which are almost a superfluity, as the birds are piled so thick on the elder bushes that after nightfall one can step up to them and catch and kill them as fast as necessary without mutilating them with shot. One gentleman from Westernport Tuesday morning killed eight hundred and thirty-three of the birds, many of which were taken without the aid of a gun. — Piedmont (W. Va.) Independent.
October 16, 1874. Acres of wild pigeons. Columbus Daily Enquirer 16(243): 2.