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afraid to go to the nest, its occupants will come to them. All that we 

 could do was to make shots as the occasion offered at the old birds, 

 either flying or sitting on the trees, but we could not get them nearer 

 than twelve or fifteen feet, as we would have had we been there two 

 weeks earlier. 



Our troubles in photographing the adult birds were as nothing when 

 we turned our attention to the young. We could easily get them 

 huddled down between rocks or even under stumps, if simply views 

 of their rudimentary tail feathers were satisfactory, for that was all 

 that could be seen in such cases, their heads being hidden deeply in 

 the recesses. Time after time we lifted them out of their retreat, 

 carefully focussed on them while held in the hands on the ground and 

 told them to stand up and look their prettiest, but no sooner were they 

 released than they were going at full speed for another cover; and 

 how they could run! They were at once the most agile and the most 

 awkward of anything that I have seen; they would tumble and fall flat 

 over anything from a straw to a stick or stone, and one little fellow in 

 his haste got his legs tangled up with each other and rolled end over 

 end for a few feet until he could get straightened out and continue his 



On the rock-bound north shore where the waves beat and a small 

 colony of Gulls nested. 



