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WILD WINGS 



Wilson's Plovers, and soon a large flock of Turnstones. 

 Silently and swiftly I photographed them until my plates 

 were exhausted, when I returned to the boat for more, and 

 then went at it again. Not a bird saw me. Within a dozen 

 feet they fed, bathed, preened their feathers, and rested, with 

 no shadow of suspicion disturbing their peace of mind. 



"A SPLENDID MALE BLACK-BREAST PLOVER." " TIRED OF FEEDING" 



Then I left them and went out to an open beach with the 

 reflex camera. A large flock of small sandpipers and some 

 Turnstones, with a few Ring-necked and Wilson's Plovers, 

 were busily feeding. Upon hands and knees I crawled out 

 to an isolated mangrove bush, close to the water's edge. The 

 birds fed up near to me, as I squatted there, without seeming 

 to distinguish me from the bush. Some of them, one or two 



