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his stalked eyes this way and that for a better view. He does not know it, 
but ho is in for some busy days. We can drop a cage over him right whore 
he is. 
July 5. 
Up at six as usual, repaired rip in diving suit, worked half an hour 
on the new camera box making plastic snoot to aoooznmodate the big 100mm 
lenses, changed film in both 16min boxes, checked focus on the number one 
camera (and found it okay, except for the parallax a bit off) had Tom got 
gasoline and oil and change oil in the compressor motor, wrote up notes for 
the past t-wo days, had breakfast, got out to the reef at lOjOO. Typical 
morning. 
The gurnard still is jumpy, and looks longingly out of the front side 
of the enclosure. Not happy. We put the glass on, but the little fish was 
not yet a fit subject. He did yawn once in awhile, though, and seemed much 
less frightened of us than he was yesterday. And from time to time he 
pawed the sand and picked up something from the bottom. His pectoral fins 
are parted at about five rays from the leading edge into little hands, and 
he uses those a great deal. Sometimes he leans against the glass or the 
wire, using one of them for support. He also digs in the sand with them, 
using a sidewise sweejjing motion, whirling away the top layer of sand, or 
possibly for the purpose of frightening sometiiing from a temporary hiding 
place. All I saw him pick up, however, were little shells which he immediately 
spat out again. Perhaps he is looking for little hermits. 
