. Wild wings; adventures of a camera-hunter among the larger wild birds of North America on sea and land . wn thegrass skilfully over the eggs. Meanwhile another friend had found and caught a youngRing-neck, a cunning, little striped thing that could run likea witch. Presently, farther along, I also captured a plover-chick belonging to another pair of the birds. These wereso extremely solicitous, as they limped and fluttered about,that I conceived an idea which I at once put into the youngster to a blade of grass out on the drv,open sand, to keep it from running away, I sat
. Wild wings; adventures of a camera-hunter among the larger wild birds of North America on sea and land . wn thegrass skilfully over the eggs. Meanwhile another friend had found and caught a youngRing-neck, a cunning, little striped thing that could run likea witch. Presently, farther along, I also captured a plover-chick belonging to another pair of the birds. These wereso extremely solicitous, as they limped and fluttered about,that I conceived an idea which I at once put into the youngster to a blade of grass out on the drv,open sand, to keep it from running away, I sat down withmy reflex camera not more than two or three paces fromthe young bird. Then I had some camera-shooting that wasworth while. Both the plovers were pattering close aroundme. When the)^ came together, I would get them both onone plate. NORTHWARD WITH THE SHORE-BIRDS 237 Owing to the wind and cold, the chick needed brooding,and the devoted little mother was not slow to respond. Ina few moments, finding that I kept still and did not hurt her,she came up and nestled down on the sand close beside her. RING-NECKED PLOVER AND YOUNG. THE LITTLE FELLOW SCURRIED INUNDER THE MATERNAL BREAST darling, and the little fellow scurried in under the maternalbreast. Now and then she ran off^, but soon returned, stoodbeside the chick, and then cuddled it some more. MeanwhileI was working the camera assiduously, photographing herand her mate in all sorts of attitudes, securing thereby anuncommonly interesting series of eighteen pictures — andusing up my last plate. 238 WILD WINGS It is dangerous for the camera-hunter in such a rich game-country to be without reserve plates. This I realized keenlyenough when, as we sailed back, away out in the middle of thelagoon, we passed close by a mother Black Duck, with herbrood of eight small ducklings, all bravely paddling for therather distant shore. We, too, were shoreward bound, thoughon a longer voyage. The cold beam wind drove us on, andwhen the
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