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SPOTTED SANDPIPERS 
ingly over the sand and turning back frequently with 
frightened stare* Continued nesting from the end of 
May to the first week of July suggests the possibility 
of a second brood* As soon as the young are hatched 
they leave the nest and run over the sand, little 
helpless balls of grey down* But their wing quills 
grow rapidly, and soon the careful mother is free 
for her southward journey* When night makes the 
more subdued sounds of the marsh audible the Sora 
Rail cackles distinctly in the dense rushes, and the 
whistle of the invisible Night-hawk reveals the active 
life of the upper air* A subduing pause is broken 
by the close, sharp, repeated note of the Spotted 
Sandpiper, intolerant of intrusion even on the moon- 
lit reaches of the sandy shore* 
