. [Articles about birds from National geographic magazine]. Birds. 190 THE NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC MAGAZINE. THE PORTRAIT OP A GREAT BLUE HERON EROM BEEOW The eyes of a Heron are in the lower sloping side of his head. He can stand as still as an old stick in the water and yet, without the side turn of his head, see a minnow that swims past his toes. of clouds began to rise in tlie east, and we heard the distant peal of thunder. We hurriedly started back, but the wind was soon lashing the waves into whitecaps. Before long the advance drops began to strike us. It was impossible in the midst of the m
. [Articles about birds from National geographic magazine]. Birds. 190 THE NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC MAGAZINE. THE PORTRAIT OP A GREAT BLUE HERON EROM BEEOW The eyes of a Heron are in the lower sloping side of his head. He can stand as still as an old stick in the water and yet, without the side turn of his head, see a minnow that swims past his toes. of clouds began to rise in tlie east, and we heard the distant peal of thunder. We hurriedly started back, but the wind was soon lashing the waves into whitecaps. Before long the advance drops began to strike us. It was impossible in the midst of the marsh to haul the boat out and crawl under. The nearest cover was our small tent, two iniles away ; so we wrapped the cameras in our coats and put our strength to the oars. We were suddenly enveloped in a shaft of green light as the sun broke through a rift in the clouds. There were green shades in the water, backed by the dark- ening of the pouring rain. Then over the wide stretch of the marsh the birds began to rise ââ white-winged Gulls, Red-head and Teal Ducks, all winging up and away to their nests and young. Gaunt Cormorants lifted from the sur- face and beat along over the water, leav- ing a trail of little splashes in their wake. Terns began to cry and flit up from all sides, and here and there along the sedgy water's edge, a Bittern or a Night Heron rose with a frightened "Quork ! Quork !" and was away with the gale. Blackbirds were all a-flutter, as the rain and hail began to pelt. The whole surface was a-splatter with the flood of the clouds pounding the river below. Ahead and back and all about hung a misty spray from the clashing waters. SEEEPING AMONG WATER EOWL After spending two weeks along Kla- math River, we set out overland for Kla- math Falls, and then went to the town of Merrill, 20 iniles south. Here we secured a staunch rowboat, loaded in our supply of provisions, and started down Lost River for Tule or Rhett Lake. That night we camped at the m
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