WILD WINGS 
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It is dang^erous for the camera-hunter in such a rich game- 
country to be without reserve plates. This I realized keenly 
enough when, as we sailed back, away out in the middle of the 
lagoon, we ]:)assed close by a mother Black Duck, with her 
brood of eight small ducklings, all bravely paddling for the 
rather distant shore. We, too, were shoreward l)ound, though 
on a longer voyage. The cold beam wind drove us on, and 
when the western sky was ros}" with the sunset, we rounded 
the bold red-sandstone promontorv, soon to wade ashore and 
with hapjoy talk of the successful day’s excursion, encum¬ 
bered with big boots and cameras, trudge to the fisher’s 
cottage up on the wind-swe]3t headland of the cold Northern 
isle, with its bare slopes and stunted spruces. 
NEST ANU EGflS OE RING NECKED PLOVER 
