CUTHBERT ROOKERY 



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Roseate Spoonbill 



it-no w chorus ; there was the deep, rasping guttural rattle of 

 the larger Egret ; the singular liquid, rolling wodla-woola 

 of Ibis or Spoonbill, I could not determine which, while from 

 below, Coots uttered their explosive chut and Florida Galli- 

 nules drew on their limitless vocabulary of hen-like notes. 



Their keen sight dimmed by the gloom, the birds were 

 less shy. A Louisiana Heron sought what was doubtless 

 his regularly frequented perch almost within reach of my 

 foot, others took adjoining limbs, and, as the crowning event 



