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When I next returned, apjiroaching quietly, I found the bird on the nest. 

 Setting uj) my camera, ready for a long time-exposure, I crei)t nearer; step by 

 step, until I was within a yard of the nest. I took one picture as she faced me, 

 as still as the sodden leaves on the ground. Then, backing out and apjjroach- 

 ing from another direction, I secured a nice side view. A few weed stems were 

 in the way, from this ]K)sition, and I tried to remove them. One, which almost 

 touched her at one end, was safely pulled away, but as my hand grasped 

 another, wiihiii two inches of the bird, her nerves gave way. She sprang into 

 the air, and went off, fluttering down to the ground only a few yards away. 

 When I returned, after twenty minutes, she was on again, as steady as ever. 



STILL AS THP: 



LEAVES OX THE GROUXD 



Young Woodcocks leave the nest \ery soon after they are hatched, and I 

 was not able to see the young from this particular nest, who emerged from their 

 shells about May i. Several years ago, however, I came upon a Woodcock's 

 nest, just after the emergence of the young. And of all the cunning little balls 

 of fluff you ever saw! Their long, stout bills made them look top-hea\y, and 

 their yellow-brown down was mottled with darker brown above in the 

 daintiest way imaginable. When I looked away for a moment at the flutter- 

 ing, frightened mother, I had hard work to make them out again, as they 

 crouched low in the nest hollow. 



So, here's to friend Woodcock I May he nest with us in ever-increasing 

 numbers, and may only his friends succeed in finding his homel 



