126 ON THE BIRDS' HIGHWAY 



tired out, by squatting in the sand. " A 

 fine example of protective coloration," I 

 thought, as I tried to separate it from the 

 pebbles and sand. Its brother or sister, 

 whichever it was, a wonder at running, 



scampered off over the dunes, doubling on 

 our trail. We soon reached the usual bit 

 of marsh separating each pond, and here 

 I jotted down two laughing gulls that 

 flapped over on the geological map we 

 carried. 



From among the tall salt grass on the 

 edge of Faqua, the next pond, we started 

 a sharp-tailed sparrow. Each pond seemed 

 to be marked by some interesting bird. 



