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terns from their nests. Some, bolder than others, 

 swoop near in their well-meant endeavours to drive 

 us away. When really in the , midst of this great 



EGGS OF RINGED PLOVER 



feathered colony it is difficult to hear the human 

 voice, the thousands of bird-calls drown all other 

 sounds. But as we walk back towards the shore the 

 birds settle down to their respective nests, and only 

 the males, or those not sitting on eggs, remain. 



