OUR FAVORITE JAUNTS 



"There! By the water, that brown thing, tall, like 

 a stick," she barely breathes. 



Yes, I see that, of course, another bit of the marsh 

 vegetation. I wonder at her excitement and search 

 again for the cause. 



"It's a bittern!" she whispers. 



"A bittern? Where?" Even then I fail to see un- 

 til, still motionless, upright, with head thrown back, 

 the posing bird permits us to approach within fifteen 

 feet! 



This ability to recognize the marvels of nature is al- 

 most like acquiring another sense, it so sharpens those 

 with which we are endowed; and each new acquisition 

 prepares us to see and hear more of that wonder world 

 which surrounds us. 



"I believe there 's a heron's nest on that tree," ex- 

 claims my companion after some moments of study with 

 the glass. "Can we get near it, do you think?" 



"The little green heron?" I ask, as we glide slowly, 

 by narrow windings, through the marshy grass. 



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