. Birds through the years . head towardcamp, for the wind is raw and rain is again falling. Mayhe waken the echoes with his weird laughter for manyyears! Pied-billed Grebe. — On the second day after the adven-ture with the Loon, we again visit the Dead River tocatch white perch for a chowder. Attracted by the longstretch of sheltered water, which from previous experienceis known to us as a favorite haunt of fishing birds, weenter the farther branch beyond the island. Scarcely are we entered on the placid stream whena Kingfisher rattles his warning and takes wing from anoverhanging bough just a
. Birds through the years . head towardcamp, for the wind is raw and rain is again falling. Mayhe waken the echoes with his weird laughter for manyyears! Pied-billed Grebe. — On the second day after the adven-ture with the Loon, we again visit the Dead River tocatch white perch for a chowder. Attracted by the longstretch of sheltered water, which from previous experienceis known to us as a favorite haunt of fishing birds, weenter the farther branch beyond the island. Scarcely are we entered on the placid stream whena Kingfisher rattles his warning and takes wing from anoverhanging bough just ahead of us. A Great Blue Heron,disturbed at his fishing by this note of alarm, stretches hislong neck above the reeds, eyes us warily for a moment,then rises with slow flapping of his great wings and followsthe lead of the Lone Fisherman. As we paddle quietly along there comes to us a deepsense of the absolute peacefulness which pervades thewhole scene. Overhead the sky is cloudless ; the surface FKATHEKEI) FISHERMKN 177. ) (iKKISK, WlTil NoUNU. IllFC \V.\TKIi HIKDS— 12 178 BIRDS THROUGH THE YEAR of the stream is like a mirror, faithfully reflecting everydetail of the luxuriant foliage with which the banks areclothed. The water Hlies, that border either bank inprodigal profusion, are just opening up the full glory oftheir spotless purity in response to the genial warmth of the suns the shorecomes the low humof insects, and fartheraway we hear themelodious tinklingof the sheep his maplebower a Vireo stillwarbles his morningsong, and the Sand-pipers show no fearof us as they flit bywith a note of greet-ing. There is not adiscordant sound inthe harmony of na-ture. Well down towardthe cabin, in a thickbunch of water grass,we come upon a bird which we have not seen for manyyears; in fact so long ago was our intimate acquaintancewith him that he seems like a stranger to us. Theboat is almost upon him before we see him, so well doeshis
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