14 THE NATURALIST. 
marking the place with my eye 
have found the nest. The Kildeer 
would run some distance, generally 
in a zig-zag course, and then fly 
up. If I went direct to the nest 
she would never utter a reproach, 
but if I went to the spot from 
which she flew, she would call and 
act so pitiously that I would feel 
like a villian for trying to find her 
eggs. 
perpendicular, probably fifteen 
feet high. The other side was 
low, being scarcely any bank at 
all, and gravelly—just the place 
for Kildeers. 
My friend and I were on the 
bluff one evening at dusk, hunting 
for Bank Swallows’ and other 
birds’ eggs, when a Kildeer came 
flying down the creek. 
“Sit down and watch her go to 
“HERE THEY ARE!” 
EXCLAIMED 
MY COMPANION. 
Notwithstanding the cunningness 
of the Kildeer, a friend and myself 
got ahead of one once: In our 
vicinity was a large mill pond, or 
rather the place where it used to 
be, as the dam had given away 
and the pond had left, leaving 
nothing but a creek. On one side 
of this creek, in the old pond bed, 
the bank was of sand and was 
her nest,” said my companion, who 
was an expert at finding Kildeer’s 
eggs. So we quickly concealed 
ourselves among the weeds. and 
grass in a place overlooking. the 
lower side of the creek. 
The Kildeer alighted in a place 
plainly visible and began running 
this and that way. Sometimes 
she would. squat down and remain 
