THE EGRET 
VOUNG EGRETS IN NEST 
the bow with my reflex camera, ready to do a better day’s 
work than did Audubon, when he and the Rev. John Bach¬ 
man visited an Egret rookery and killed forty-six of the 
birds. He quaintly comments, in his great book, that “ many 
more of them might have been killed, but we became tired of 
shooting them.” What wonder! But those were unenlight¬ 
ened times, and there was no “camera-hunting.” 
Passing the scenes of yesterday, where there were prob¬ 
ably a hundred of the egrets and herons breeding, we came in 
time to the day of larger things. First we met, as we con¬ 
tinued to navigate this cypress-sea, scattered nests, with eggs, 
of the Yellow-crowned Night Heron. Then we began to meet 
individuals of the familiar Black-crowned Night Heron of the 
