The Red Phalarope 



of the crasher, and are down again, preening their feathers or snatching 

 dainties with the utmost unconcern. Now a bird is left stranded on a reef, 

 or now he is whisked and whirled a dozen feet away. All right, if he likes 

 it; but if not, he is back again, automatically, at the old rendezvous. 



Life goes on right merrily in spite of these shocking interruptions. 

 Food-getting is the main business, and this is pursued with extraordinary 

 ardor. The bird's tiny feet kick the water violently, and there is the 

 tiniest compensatory bob for every stroke, so that their little bodies 

 seem all a-tremble. There seems to be no difference of opinion between 

 the two species, but there is time for a good deal of amatory play between 

 the sexes of the Reds. It is always the bright-colored female who makes 

 the advances, for the wanton Phalaropes have revised Nature's order, 

 and the modest male either seeks escape by flight, or else defends himself 

 with determined dabs. Here is the authentic lady for whom Shakes- 

 peare's "pilgrim" sighed: 



Taken on the Farallon Ids. 



THE NEREIDS 



PHALAROPES OF BOTH SPECIES. RED AND NORTHERN. COMPOSE THIS FLOCK 



ftiuio oy me Auuior 



XI 73 



