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"krik, krik, krik." The men of the farm would tramp along the 

 edge of the marsh making hay, and the birds would pay no atten- 

 tion to them, but they knew me after the first visit as the one who 

 invaded their premises, and though no harm was done they would 





Upper — Eird feeding without alighting on ground. 

 Lower — Old bird with larval dragon-fly. 



persist in voicing a vigorous protest. They seem to have no fear. 

 One day I was standing up to my waist in water, taking some pic- 

 tures of baby pied-billed grebes. I was using my large straw hat to 

 keep one of the little birds within reach. As I was trying to get 

 the camera adjusted, a dozen terns made life miserable for me. 



