The Pigeons have made great ravages in the fields of corn, in this and in some of the neighboring towns, for ten days past. A number of pieces, containing several acres, have been entirely destroyed; not one hill is left standing. It is really surprising with what dexterity the pigeons pull up the corn. They light upon the field in a flock, take a regular course through the piece, and turn about something as the farmer does in hoeing — taking it all up clean as they go. Some pieces have been planted a second time, but so late in the season, and the weather so cold, little hopes can be entertained of it.
June 17, 1805. Something singular. Randolph Wanderer 5(234): 3.