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Taken near Santa Barbara Photo by the Author 
A WAYSIDE WINK 
“Oh would my lady had me thus at bay, 
To kiss and clip me till I ran away.” 
The birds are perfectly aware of my presence, and they do not come 
too close, except as a wave breaks over the barrier and sweeps the whole 
company over toward me. In such case, several of the more timid fly, but 
most of them cast an eye upward in my direction and determine to take 
chances. When the birds climb up onto a rock, they totter absurdly 
and pitch forward helplessly, as if their bodies were surprisingly, as they 
undoubtedly are unexpectedly, heavy. Not infrequently they fall in 
this fashion, always pitching upon their faces. 
One modest gallant is just taking a bath. Mere sousing by surf is 
evidently inadequate for this important function, but it needs must have 
personal attention. The bather therefore tips first to one side and then 
the other, kicking into the air with the upper foot and scattering spray 
with the upper wing, while he dips the under one. He changes with 
incredible swiftness until, his ablutions completed, he rises three or four 
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