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too wise for that. It would hop upon a 
log, drop its head and go to sleep. Wak¬ 
ing up and finding me still there, it would 
teeter awhile, run a piece, and then go to 
sleep again. This it repeated until it had 
exhausted my patience. 
Photo by the Author 
NEST OF SPOTTED SAND ITTEI! 
Sometimes, I have flushed the mother 
bird and found four eggs spotted and 
blotched like the pebbles of the beach. 
Every little egg pointed downwards. 
It is interesting to watch the mother 
bird lead the little ones from the nest into 
the big world. At our approach, the 
mother gives the alarm and the little ones 
squat instantly or “freeze” as we say. 
Watching closely, I have picked them up 
and returned them to the nest. They 
