198 BIRD STUDIES WITH A CAMERA 
uuresisting. Some were on the ground, others in 
the bushy mangroves, some were coming from the 
egg, others were learning to fly; but one and all— 
in a chorus of croaks, barks, and screams, which 
rings in my ears whenever I think of the experience 
—united in demanding that I leave the town. If I 
approached too near, their cries were doubled in 
violence and accompanied by vicious lunges with 
their bills, which were snapped together with a 
pistol-like report.” As I walked from tree to tree, 
examining the noisy young birds that were climb- 
ing about the branches, I seemed to be passing from 
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102. Interviewing a group of young Pelicans. 
cage to cage in a zodlogical garden; and as I en- 
tered that part of the island where the nests were 
on the ground,™ every bird that could walk left 
its home, and soon I was driving a great flock of 
