On the Trail of the Evening Grosbeak 



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near. Very slowly they edged toward the females. The thread tightened — 

 it is a tense moment just before you snap the picture, like the suspense when 

 the fish is nibbling and you are waiting for just the right response before jerk- 

 ing the line. In a moment I would have the coveted picture. The thread was 



EVENING GROSBEAKS IN SUMACH 



