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shooting pen, tried the glasses for size and found that all of them fitted — 
though some a bit snugly — and carefully put the little gurnard inside. 
We watched him for a long time before tr^dng to taJte any pictures* He was 
still too excited and feeling too strange for pictures to be of much value. 
He keeps his pectorals furled most of the time, and looks like a smal 1 
swept-wing airplane* Vifhen he is ready to take off he spreads his wings 
and sails up like a glider going into a steady wind* He appears not to 
move his wings at all, but holds them stiffly spread, and does not turn 
like an ordinary fish, but banks like a plane, and Wien he nears the 
ground he comes in on a long gentle glide and rests on his extended ventrals 
an inch or so off the ground* Ho was too fussed to carry on with any of his 
routine activities, but I did shoot some film of his taking-off end landing. 
By tomorrow ho should be in batter condition for pictures. He is a beauti- 
ful little creature, with big eyes that he turns in his head, and he has a 
sad, timid look about him* 
After finishing with the 16mm film I decided to shoot some oloseup 
stills with the Rollei, and was about to move the boat to a better location 
when I noticed a pile of sand in the grass — new sand beside a neat round 
hole the size of a quarter. Suddenly something emerged from the hole -- 
a large mantis. Ho had an armload of sand, and leaning far out of his hole, 
tossed it onto the pile and disappeared again into the hole. Ho was the 
largest one I had ever seen, and has black -- or dark brown — bars across 
his back. I watched hiin for some time digging. 
He watched me, too, moving 
