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A FARALLON CORMORANT WINGING ITS SOLITARY WAY 



eggs at this time, and fully grown young 

 birds were walking about in the tules. 



At the south end of the Heron colony, 

 we found a village of Farallon Cormor- 

 ants, where several hundred half-grown 

 birds were sitting around in groups. They 

 had tramped over the tules so much that 

 the growth was worn down almost to 

 water-level, and the place looked like a 

 dance-hall. Although Mr. Pearson ap- 



proached the multitude in the spirit of a 

 protector, and talked in the Negro tongue, 

 yet the members of the colony waddled 

 off suspiciously. They are not yet able to 

 tell friend from foe, although they have 

 been under Audubon protection for seven 

 years. One family of three youngsters 

 remained, however, and, as their genial 

 god-father approached, they stretched 

 their skinny necks in welcome, and opened 



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VISITIX(. A VILLAGE OF FARALLON CORMORANTS ON LOWER 

 KLAMATH LAKE 



