4 THE AUDUBON BULL H-DEN 
Then I tried to get still closer for another snap, but old Sleepy noticed 
me and flew over to the first of a row of posts out in the water. And 
such big wings. I advanced slowly, step by step, and Sleepy seemed about 
to fly again when I snapped the next picture. 
And with just one more 
frame left on the film, I 
thought I would like to try 
that last one on old Sleepy up 
in flight. So with the camera 
adjusted and = standing in 
readiness, I carefully tossed 
out some light clods of earth, 
but old Sleepy was stubborn, 
and refused to fly for me, 
and just flew from post to 
post and then over into the 
weeds across the creek and 
tried to go into hiding. I 
went to the edge of the water 
and tossed more clods into the 
Sleepy peeking out from the weeds weeds, but with care, not 
wanting to hurt the pretty 
bird, but with no success. Old Sleepy just would not fly for me. Then I 
found a long piece of light brush which I carried over and tried to toss 
that into the patch of tall weeds, but Sleepy just stayed there. It was 
quite a walk back to the bridge, but I wanted to get over on the other 
side of the creek, so back to the bridge I went, crossed over, and as I 
approached, there was old Sleepy peeking out from the weeds. 
One more picture snapped, and I loaded a new film in my little camera, 
and tried for some more. I like to carry an extra film with me, and 
was very glad I had one that day. 
Then selecting a tough 
stick about four feet long 
perhaps, I brushed the weeds 
aside and coaxed Sleepy out 
into the open for several more 
poses. Sometimes old Sleepy 
made one eye look very big, 
and then the other. Shut one 
eye, then maybe the other, or 
both. And with spread wing's 
and roughed-up feathers old 
Sleepy looked much like a 
cross hen with a brood of 
little chicks. 
Sometimes Sleepy would 
grasp the end of the stick 
firmly with one foot, and Sleepy looked like a cross hen 
