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“limpkin” has always intrigued me, and I found him as good as his name. 
He has a peculiar trick of flying with his head and neck stretched downward 
that identifies him at a distance. His call is like the crying of a baby. An- 
other outstanding find was a small flock of black-necked stilts. They lighted 
near us and we all got out and looked at them. They are very handsome 
birds with their long red legs and distinct black and white bodies. There 
were boat-tailed grackles, common to us in Florida. A glimpse of an ever- 
glade kite at a distance was not very satisfactory. But we had our fill of 
the caracara. He was everywhere that carrion was to be found, quarreling 
with the black-headed vultures where butchering had been done, sitting on 
fence posts, standing in the road and haughtily refusing to move till we 
were almost on him. But he is a regal looking bird, and looks exactly like all 
the pictures of him. 
The most amusing thing we saw was rows of fish crows sitting on fence 
posts, each with a yellow orange in his beak! The most terrifying experi- 
ence was being chased by a semi-wild boar. We four women were walking 
on a narrow path atop a canal bank, looking for the black-crowned night 
heron. The youngest member was in the lead. Down the bank was a razor- 
back boar and, as we came near, he started slowly up the bank, gnashing 
his teeth, his hackles raised. Those long tusks looked pretty wicked. I 
called to Mrs. H., “Watch out for that hog. He is ugly.” She called back, 
“T’m not afraid of him.” But I saw that he was speeding up and sort of 
roaring. I called again, “Look out! He is going to charge!” He charged 
all right, and not a tree large enough to climb on the whole bank. She 
screamed, and so did the rest of us. She was too near to run, and dodged 
behind some bushes. The men came running, picking up sticks and stones, 
and with all the commotion the hog turned and ran away. But it gave us 
all a good scare. 
Our list for the trip was 92 birds, a good record for this part of the 
country. We did not see a robin or a goldfinch. There were no catbirds, 
and only one kingbird. Chuck-will’s-widows were singing all night near the 
hotel, but I was too tired to stay awake to listen. It was a strenuous two 
days, but well worth while for the unusual birds, some of which are found 
only in that region. 
Fort Lauderdale, Florida. 
(NOTE—The National Audubon Society has a number of bird sanctu- 
aries in Florida. During the late winter months they have conducted tours 
through two of them. Only a limited number of people can be taken care 
of, so it is necessary to make reservations through the National Society 
in New York City.) 
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A VERY rare visitor to the Chicago region was discovered in a lagoon in 
Jackson Park by Seymour Levy on March 27. It was identified as an Iceland 
gull and was in the park for two or three days, associating with the herring 
gulls and feeding upon the minnows which were plentiful. It was also 
studied at very close range by Robert Smart, Director of the Jackson Park 
Sanctuary, and others, all of whom were happy to add to their “life lists” 
such an unusual number. 
