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Identifier: diseasesenemieso00pearrich (find matches)
Title: Diseases and enemies of poultry
Year: 1897 (1890s)
Authors: Pearson, Leonard, 1868-1909 Warren, Benjamin Harry, 1858-1926
Subjects: Poultry Diseases Mammals Birds
Publisher: (Harrisburg, Pa.) : C.M. Busch
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asant making a great noise and I killed the Weasel.The birds were too young to hide under the leaves, the four-teenth bird was sitting beside the nest. I never saw where theWeasel killed any old Pheasants, but saw where a Pheasantcarried a Weasel away out of a hole in the snow wherethe Pheasant was sitting, when the Weasel came in and at-tacked it. KILL ALL THE QUAIL. The Weasel will kill all the Quail in February and March ifthe snow is deep. The birds will go under windfalls andbrush heaps covered with snow. The Weasel will track andgo in after them at night, killing every one; then the farmerswill find them in the spring and think they were frozen. Ifound west of White Haven one day (I was after a Catamount),where a Weasel had killed over one hundred birds. I pulledout with a stick fourteen of the dead birds; no marks on them,but track of teeth on neck near the head. A Weasel will follow a Rabbit on bare groun^ the same asa well-trained dog. I put one off the trail several times In
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431 one morning when I was going fishing, and every time hewould find it again, and I soon heard the Rabbit squeal wherethe Weasel was killing it. THE. WEASEL. PUTJ.KD AND I PULLED. I was going fishing one morning about four years ago, when1 saw something going slowly across the road about one hun-dred yards ahead of me. I ran to where I saw it and there aWeasel was pulling a very large Rabbit through under an oldlog; I caught the hind legs of the Rabbit and the Weaselpulled at the other end. I got a club and tried to kill the Wea-sel, but I could not hit him. Every time I would let the deadRabbit go, the Weasel would take hold of it and begin to pullit under the log; I laid the Rabbit close to the log and heldmy foot on side of log; when the Weasel put his head out andwas pulling the Rabbit again I put my foot down on top ofhim and killed him. The Rabbit was yet warm. I opened itand found nine young Rabbits almost large enough to maketheir appearance in the world, but they were all d

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