. Ailes sauvages; aventures d'un chasseur de caméra parmi les plus grands oiseaux sauvages de l'Amérique du Nord sur la mer et la terre . nichant à ce point de Partinu-lar. Par trois et quatre, leurs gros œufs blancs, marqués avec une main de noir, ont été facilement vus allongé des creux dans le sable sec au-dessus de la marque de haute eau. Ils makeno nient whate^ Aser, à l'exception de gratter un peu de dépression ronde, qui est semblable aux nombreux wlo^s où le rasage des oiseaux a été squatting pour se prélasser au soleil. Quelques centiremyards au-delà était un autre groupe de nids peut-être de twentv, et ainsi ces groupes récurent, comme je continuais mon chemin allongthe apparent

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. Wild wings; adventures of a camera-hunter among the larger wild birds of North America on sea and land . nesting at this particu-lar spot. By threes and fours their rather large white eggs, handsomely marked with black, were readily seen lying inhollows in the dry sand above high-water mark. They makeno nest whate^■er, save to scratch out a little round depression, which is similar to the numerous wallo^s where the birdshave been squatting to bask in the sun. A few hundredyards beyond was another group of perhaps twentv nests, and so these groups recurred, as I continued my way alongthe seemingly endless beach. It was a lively and beautiful scene. Parties of Skimmerswere flying about in all directions, some across the sand, other bands close over the surface of the ocean just outsidethe white line of the lazily breaking surf. One moment theywould wheel and look like snowv terns, then immediatelythey would become as black as crows, according as theypresented their lower or u]3per parts. But their cries ! Some-times one would suddenlv dash bv me and utter, almost in VIRGINIA BIRD HOMES 121. PARTIES OF SKIMMERS WERE FLtNl mj^ ear, a veritable shriek, loud enough to startle one greatly, if taken unawares. More often the cry was a reiteration ofsounds which reminded me of the violent sobbing of a child, made by drawing in the breath. They were anxious abouttheir eggs; indeed it would sound as though they werefairly heart-broken. If they really suffered as much as theircurious remonstrance seemed to imply, I should have felt posi-tively guilty in subjecting them to such outrageous indignityby prying into their domestic privacy and happiness. I calledthem thesobbing birds, and the} darted about and sobbedtheir hearts away as long as I stayed near their nests. Asthey sobbed, I could see their bills, like pairs of greatshears, open and shut, as though, in flying by, they wouldsnip off my ears. Fbnng low over the water, they seem toshear it as they quickly, in passing, pick u

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