iSo Bird - Lore 



her back, and this time continued with her. I looked for some expression of 

 surprise or satisfaction, but not one of them blinked an eye. As though this 

 were the first time she had invited them to ride, she swam unconcernedly 

 toward the middle of the pond, where I left them in the gathering dusk. 



CALLING TO ITS YOUNG 



Eight days passed before another trip to the pond was possible. Neither 

 the old nor the young of the first nest were seen on this visit, but the eggs 

 in the second nest were hatching. The Grebe was incubating when I arrived 

 at eight in the morning, but as I approached she covered the eggs and departed. 

 Her further actions, however, entirely changed; for, instead of disappearing 

 as formerly, she came up again a few yards away, and began beating upon the 

 water with her wings even more frantically than had the first bird. She con- 

 tinued diving and splashing until the camera was ready, when she inconsider- 

 ately desisted. 



Only one of the eggs had hatched, and the young had been covered with as 

 much care as the eggs. The eggshell was gone. Concealing the camera near 



