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approached, we saw it very plainly and concluded it
to be the white heron.  As it flew up we noticed
that one of its legs hang down in a very peculiar
manner as if it were broken.  It did not fly very
far and alighted in a dead tree close to the shore.
Later it flew across the stream and settled close to
the waters edge; here it remained several hours.  Before
we left it had again come to the tree, but disappeared
unexpectedly, for about 10 minutes later, just as we 
were leaving no trace of it could be noticed. Not long
after our first glimpse of the white heron, a blue heron
Ardea herodias was seen flying down the stream.  Later,
about 6 P.M. two blue herons came flying up the branch,
but seeing us they turned and flew away from us, disappearing
beyond a bend of the stream.  What an attraction
were the king-fishers!  The entire afternoon they were
busy catching their prey.  How nicely they would balance
themselves high in the air, then drop right into the
water.  Sometimes we could see that they had been
successful, but, most times they were unsuccessful.
How sweetly sounded the notes of the cardinal!
        