NESTLINGS OF FOREST AND MARSH 
in front of me, fluttering with apparently 
broken wings, and almost rolling over and 
over to attract my attention, while the 
father hovered 
over her “also: 
his, Veitme 
while I caught 
one, the rest 
rushed to cover, 
and all efforts 
_ to capture them 
failed. After 
much _ tribula- 
tion we at last 
Kildeer startled and about to run 
induced the cap- 
tive to remain within focus long enough for 
an ‘‘ instantaneous.” 
Their story, like so many others concern- 
ing young birds, ends in a tragedy. One 
by one they were “ missing.” Was a fer- 
ret or a marsh-rat or a hungry owl the mur- 
derer? Only an Ernest Seton-Thompson 
can tell. Were the little ones stolen from 
under their mother at night, or lost in the 
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