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soon flew away, but I did not regret the decision. In various 
interesting and characteristic poses, I secured a dozen pictures 
of the plover, ending up with a couple when he had tired of 
feeding, had drawn up one leg, put his bill under his wing- 
coverts, and gone sweetly ofl into dreamland. This was glory 
enough for one dav, so, as the wind had moderated some¬ 
what, we started again on our beat for Cape Sable. Some 
naturalists who afterwards saw this picture were much amused 
to think that an old Black-bellied Plover — of all birds — 
should allow a man to crawl up within ten feet and photo¬ 
graph him, and asleep at that! 
lesser yellow-legs in FLORIDA POOL 
