The Audubon Societies 



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wide their mouths in a hungry and 

 expectant attitude. 



From the Cormorant colony, we cruised 

 around to some of the White Pelican 

 camps. Here rows of hundreds of great 

 white birds, sitting like a huge congrega- 

 tion with their chins resting on their 



chests, were solemnly awaiting our 

 arrival. The wisdom of all bird-ages 

 seems to be centered in the hoary head of 

 a Pelican. For fifteen minutes, we sat in 

 Quaker silence on the bow of the patrol- 

 boat, watching the big white birds come 

 and go. They in turn reviewed us quietly 



A PINTAILED DUCK ON HER NEST BESIDE KLAMATH LAKE 



