WILD WINGS 
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thought wistfully of my family up in Connecticut eating ice 
cream in the cool shade ! 
At tjuarter of one I seemed to be no nearer succeeding 
than I had been the morning before. All my resources were 
exhausted, and I was about ready to quit, when suddenly the 
hovering gull threw up her wings, and down she went. As 
I was two hundred yards away, I could not be sure that 
she was really on her eggs. So I waited hve minutes, and 
then, seeing nothing more of her, I carefully and slowly drew 
the thread taut. Almost as soon as I stood up, the gull flew, 
evidently from the nest. 
This made me feel that at any cost I must have just one 
more picture. So I changed the plate, set the shutter again, 
LAUGHING GULL ON HER NEST 
