Spring is when they bring in the winter wheat . . . in which Bambi is invisible. Young'uns are usually grown up by the time they take in the corn and the soy.
But I can't imagine the carnage among nesting birds. Of course, since everything is Round-up ready, they can spray that to their hearts' content so, we hope, there are not too many butterflies, caterpillars, and chrysalids getting threshed. They go to the hayfield -- which is probably tastier but not any safer. I don't know how anything survives at all. But they seem to . . .