162 WITH THE SEA-LOVERS 



not always from the same tree. The next 

 year I was there again, but never once -heard 

 the strange call. 



Two years later I was aroused one morn- 

 ing at four o'clock from a semi-sleeping state 

 by the same cry. The "hur-rah," always 

 given twice, was instantly followed by a 

 clamor of crow- voices crying " caw," and then 

 a silence. This was repeated several times, 

 gradually moving farther away, till I could 

 hear it no longer. 



In studying the common crow one may 

 always look for the unexpected. A small 

 flock of these birds on the shore of Long 

 Island a few years ago adopted an escaped 

 green parrot. He flew with them and fed 

 with them undisturbed, even accepted by all. 

 He adapted himself to their ways and even 

 to their language, uttering his " caw " with 

 energy, only his different quality of voice be- 

 traying him, and thereby calling attention to 

 the strange partnership. 



Many happy hours were spent with these 

 and other sea-lovers in my favorite seat on 

 the shore, till I received a shock which put 

 a rude ending to my pleasure. One morning 



