PoP DU BONE BULLE E LEN 9 
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It was on this day that Mr. Komarek and I had an experience which is 
always a delight to a bird photographer. The little female was very 
solicitous of her young, and returned to the nest immediately after we 
had concealed ourselves. The sun was hot, so the mother sheltered the 
young with outstretched wings and then remained motionless. After 
taking what film I wanted, I rustled the blind so she would leave with- 
out becoming badly frightened. She eyed the place from which the com- 
motion came, but sat perfectly quiet. We then splashed water with our 
feet without causing her to leave the nest. Then we shook the blind 
violently, waved our hands through a slit in the blind, and shouted, but 
the bird resolutely stayed upon her nest. 
I crawled out the back end of the blind and showed myself within six 
feet of the Bittern, but she remained “frozen.” ‘Taking the graphlex, I 

walked within three feet of her and made several pictures, and then 
backed cautiously away.- While Mr. Komarek stood by the blind, I 
returned to the car and to get an 8x10 camera and tripod. We set this 
bulky outfit up within three feet of the bird, focused the camera under 
the black cloth, and took a few pictures; and then, to show that a bird 
photographer is never satisfied, we set the motion machine up within 
three feet and made a series of film. Finally the bird ran off the nest, but 
turned around with neck feathers erect, in an aggressive attitude, and 
remained to protect her young. 
Four days later we again entered the blind, and made films showing 
the adult feeding the young. The baby herons literally mobbed the old 
one in their eagerness for food, each one grabbing her by the beak and 
tugging away in the hope of getting the lion’s share. One youngster 
