NESTLINGS OF FOREST AND MARSH 
hole six inches deep, apparently too dazed 
by sleep to run away. A tenderness of heart 
that I have since regretted compelled me to 
Sandpiper’s babies hiding on the sand 
leave them where they were and remove my 
intruding self. 
Almost as shy was an upland plover 
whom we found with her young on the 
roadside. We captured two of the babies, 
and with much difficulty induced them to 
sit for their portraits, although the day was 
too cloudy for a successful exposure. The 
mother was much excited over this proceed- 
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