Frank the Heron 
is, and bustle, and such noises! The 
strangest grunts and croaks and gur- 
glings are to be heard on all sides, as 
the returning birds greet their partners. 
Sometimes they bring fish to feed them 
with, and very often drop them, so that 
there is, besides, plenty of smell as well 
as noise, which becomes much worse 
after the young are hatched and have to 
be fed daily. The smell then becomes 
quite indescribable. 
When the blue eggs are hatched, and 
the baby herons first appear, they look 
just as if they had come from a toy- 
shop; the same shop where you see 
the woolly baa-lambs, and the fluffy 
bunnies, and the bow-wows, and all the 
other funny animals with fluffy coats, 
which squeak when you pinch them. 
For they are covered with a thick down, 
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