The Great Cuthbert Rookery 
Young Florida Cormorants in Their Nests. 
crop out; but it is not until their second 
year that they don the complete dark uni- 
form of the adult. One poor little white 
fellow had fallen from one of the nests into 
the water and was clinging to a branch, 
nearly chilled and exhausted. I put him 
back into his cradle of twigs out at the 
end of the branches, and borrowed one of 
his dry and contented brothers to pose 
upon a more accessible branch, where he 
sat very sweetly for his picture. I also 
Young American Egrets in Nests—the Adult Wears the Beautiful Aigrette Plumes in 
Nesting Time. 
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secured views of the 
adults in flight and 
upon the trees, from 
the boat. 
Upon their pre- 
vious visit here, my 
friends 
twelve roseate 
spoonbills at 
time flying about, 
and had examined 
a few nests, con- 
taining either three 
large eggs, beauti 
fully blotched with 
lilac, or the young, 
covered with 
down, all of tender 
age. Now they 
were all gone, the 
nest having been 
plundered by crows 
or buzzards. The 
only trace of them left was a single spoon- 
bill’s egg in an ibis’s nest, along with two 
eggs of the ibis. The ibis may have been 
using a deserted spoon-bill’s nest. 
We remained in this remote spot for 
parts of three days, the above being a con- 
densed summary of our doings and ob- 
servations. Occasional great blue.herons 
and wood ibises were noted, but these 
were, like ourselves, merely visitors. When 
we rowed over in the morning from camp, 
a band of fish-crows 
remained to see 
what they could 
steal, while another 
flock accompanied 
us to the rookery to 
rob the nests. How 
we longed to wring 
their black necks! 
At evening a flock 
of six of the rare 
everglade kite, 
probably a family 
party, would repair 
to the rookery — 
doubtless from the 
everglade marshes 
only a few miles 
further inland—and 
soar over the island. 
I secured a rather 
faint snapshot pho- 
tograph, taken 
had seen 
one 
rosy 
