OUR FAVORITE JAUNTS 



"There! By the water, that brown thing, tall, like 

 a stick," she barely breathes. 



Yes, I see that, of course, another bit of the marsh 

 vegetation. I wonder at her excitement and search 

 again for the cause. 



"It's a bittern!" she whispers. 



"A bittern? Where?" Even then I fail to see un 

 til, still motionless, upright, with head thrown back, 

 the posing bird permits us to approach within fifteen 

 feet! 



This ability to recognize the marvels of nature is al 

 most like acquiring another sense, it so sharpens those 

 with which we are endowed; and each new acquisition 

 prepares us to see and hear more of that wonder world 

 which surrounds us. 



"I believe there 's a heron's nest on that tree," ex 

 claims my companion after some moments of study with 

 the glass. "Can we get near it, do you think?" 



"The little green heron?" I ask, as we glide slowly, 

 by narrow windings, through the marshy grass. 



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