A Day on the Bay Shore, 



adapted to the habits of a swimmer. 

 To see them gracefully picking up tiny- 

 marine life from the surface of the 

 water with their long, fine, black bills, 

 one might fancy them veritable water 

 sprites. The red phalarope in winter 

 plumage is simply but chastely colored, 

 with a back of ashy gray, becoming 

 darker on the wings, which are marked 

 by a white bar, and a head and breast 

 of pure white, turning to ashy on the 

 sides. 



While we have been watching the 

 phalaropes in the land-locked pools the 

 tide has been imperceptibly ebbing to 

 the lowest point, until now it has been 

 held in suspense and is mysteriously 

 and insidiously creeping back. The 

 breeze has been freshening with the in- 

 coming tide and the gulls commence to 

 fly over the point. Far out on the 

 flats the long-billed curlews are making 

 the most of their opportunity and are 

 probing the soft mud with their enor- 

 mously elongated beaks, sometimes 



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