Nov., 1905 | AMONG THIS SEA BIRDS OFF THE OREGON COAST, PART II 
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youngster striking on the rock and being killed as the gull expected, he landed at 
the water’s edge with a splash. He came up paddling and started oceanward, cry- 
ing for help. He hadn’t gone but a few T yards when I saw the gull swoop and 
catch the squealing youngster again. He flew over to the reef, shaking the little 
fellow as a terrior does a rat, and would have made short work of him, had we not 
hurled two boulders at the murderer and stopped him in the very act. The little 
murre crawled up into a crevice. We examined him, but found no injury but a 
little blood on a wing. 
CALIFORNIA MURRE AND YOUNG 
To watch a murre colony for a while, one would wonder why they persist in 
crowding so close together. Neighbors always seemed to be quarreling, hacking or 
jawing at each other. They are rarely hit because they all know how to dodge 
well. I have often seen a murre take out her spite on her neighbor’s children . 
I was sitting a few feet away watching some murres. There were two matrons, 
each with a baby at her breast. The youngster of one mother seemed to have 
