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soon flew away, but I did not regret the decision. In various 

 interesting and characteristic poses, I secured a dozen pictures 

 of the plover, ending up with a couple when he had tired of 

 feeding, had drawn up one leg, put his bill under his wing- 

 coverts, and gone sweetly off into dreamland. This was glory 

 enough for one day, so, as the wind had moderated some- 

 what, we started again on our beat for Cape Sable. Some 

 naturalists who afterwards saw this picture were much amused 

 to think that an old Black-bellied Plover of all birds 

 should allow a man to crawl up within ten feet and photo- 

 graph him, and asleep at that ! 



LESSER YELLOW-LEGS IN FLORIDA POOL 



