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family. These Night Herons flock back from warm 

 countries in April, and by early May have built their 

 rough nests of sticks in trees near the water, or over 

 a marshy place. There is a colony of twenty or thirty 

 nests on ]\Iarsh Island, Olaf tells me ; in my boyhood 

 days there used to be hundreds of them. 



" In nesting-time a heronry, as such a colony is 

 called, is a very noisy, dirty place ; for they do not 

 keep their homes neat and nice, like the tidy land 

 birds. Mr. and ]\[rs. Night Heron call hoarsely enough 

 to each other, but imagine three or four baby Herons 

 crying from every nest — truly the parents can have 

 but little rest, for day and night they must go frogging 

 or fishing, to fill the stomachs of their red-eyed awkward 

 children. 



"When the nesting season is over, however, this 

 Heron again becomes the night watchman of the 

 marshes. The tinkling of the bell on the home-going 

 cow is his breakfast bell, and sunset the signal for him 

 to leave his roost. Then beware ! little fishes and 

 lizards — those red eyes are glowing for you I That 

 long spear-shaped beak is ready to stab you to death I 

 Froggy ' who would a-wooing go,' return quickly to 

 j^our mother, without making any impertinent remarks 

 about ' gammon and spinach ' on the way, or something 

 much more savage than the ' lily-white duck ' will 

 surely gobble you up ! Stay in doors patiently, until 

 sunrise sends the rough-clawed prowler back to his 

 heronry again." 



" May we go to see the Herons some day? It would 

 be so funny to go to a bird hotel and find everybody 

 asleep, like the beauty in the wood," said Dodo. 



