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of either small fish or the bottom weeds. 
Judging by their small size and general 
appearance we decided that these were 
Lesser Grebe or Dabchicks. We were told 
that these birds had bred in these waters in 
former years, but we have not yet found 
their nest. Indeed they did not stay this 
year, nor did the Great Grebe either, unfor- 
tunately. Several pairs of the white-breasted 
Tufted Ducks frequented these parts, too. 
Beyond Pochard Island lay Carrion Crow 
Island—black and uninviting. Two or three 
of the birds after which we had named it 
were perched on the tops of its few trees, 
showing that they were still in possession of 
the place ; they seemed to be nesting. We 
took careful note of this and profited by our 
observations later on. 
We had seen many birds this day, but 
were too early to find nests. We rowed back 
to where the boat was generally moored. 
What strange contrasts to eye and ear 
presented themselves at this evening hour. 
There, behind the million-peopled city hung 
