. Bird-lore . tered, played wounded, cried, and yet con-stantly drew nearer to us and the nest. Finally it lighted on theground, faced us boldly, made a little run toward the nest, and pausedbreathlessly—a splendid-looking creature as it stood there, head erect,eyes sparkling, every sense on the alert. The camera snapped ! Upit rose but, finding no harm resulting, tried it again and yet again,till it made a final run, posed, and we made a final snap, just as thebird stood over the eggs ! We were sitting motionless on the gravelabout eight feet from it. I was glad to leave the poor bird in peac
. Bird-lore . tered, played wounded, cried, and yet con-stantly drew nearer to us and the nest. Finally it lighted on theground, faced us boldly, made a little run toward the nest, and pausedbreathlessly—a splendid-looking creature as it stood there, head erect,eyes sparkling, every sense on the alert. The camera snapped ! Upit rose but, finding no harm resulting, tried it again and yet again,till it made a final run, posed, and we made a final snap, just as thebird stood over the eggs ! We were sitting motionless on the gravelabout eight feet from it. I was glad to leave the poor bird in peaceafter that. Meantime its more faint-hearted mate had never venturednear us. About fifty feet off it had gone on industriously and per-functorily with its play acting, dragging itself on the ground andcrying piteously, but not really risking itself in the least. It wascurious that I never once heard the kill-deer cry which the books saythey give. They uttered a one-syllabled cry only; evidently analarm YOUNG BRONZED GRACKLEPhotographed rom nature by R. W. Hegner, Decorah, la.
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