258 IN BIRD-LAND 



snap-shot of either one of the parents while feeding 

 their young. When the camera had been in 

 position some time, and both birds had flown 

 several times into the grass about a yard from the 

 nest without going to it, I found that the young 

 had quietly left, and had crawled towards the place 

 where they were being fed. I then focussed a 

 certain reed that the old birds would fly on to ; and 

 while so doing, the hen Bunting flew towards me 

 and, calling loudly, lay on the ground near my feet ; 

 then she rolled on her side stretching out the wing 

 that was uppermost as if it were broken ; then 

 crawled along in this position so as to do her best 

 to attract me away from the spot. On rinding that 

 I did not follow, she became almost frantic, for, 

 returning to the same spot, she went through the 

 performance once again, this time flapping about 

 on the ground, pretending to be badly wounded, at 

 the same time squeaking as if in pain. Seeing 

 that I was not inclined to move, however, she sat 

 on a reed close by, and I was able to take her 

 photograph. 



Meanwhile the young had taken advantage ol 

 the occasion to scuttle off in various directions. I 

 did not see them again at that time ; but on the 

 next morning I found that they had returned to 

 their nest where their parents were feeding them, 



