300 THI STRAND MAGALINLE.

A bird will never sacrifice an ounce of dignity if it may be saved. Observe a little crowd of the smaller birds here swoop upon a handful of biscuit-crumbs—rulffs, gulls, and maybe a little oyster-catcher ; see then a larger bird approach. All these dignified little birds at once raise their beaks and stalk gravely and deliberately off, with an unconcerned ex- pression of having had quite enough for themselves, so that the big bird may do as he likes with the remainder. |

The sudden appearance of a man 1n the inclosure may cause what scems to be a temporary upset of the cencral dignity—that of all the birds, big or little. All jomn in a tem- pestuous swirly filling the air with flappings and small shricks. But, the shock over, the swirl becomes nothing but the collective fly round, by way of exercise, which 1s a regular part of the day’s enjoyment at the Night Herons’Pond. Though the man stay, the swirl will soon settle, and the swirlers join 1n a stately walk-off—away from the man, however—a sort of quaintly regular A SWIRL. parade — a church parade, let us say, for its decorum. The most imposing parader is the horned screamer, who 1s a sort of pageant by himself. He stands upright, spreads his wings wide, throws his head back, and lifts his extensive feet much before him—a very beadle, a very drum-major among birds.

Wherever so many animals as this, of any sort, be gathered together, there will be found some comedy characters. The African hammer-head (or, more politely, the tufted umbre) is a comedy character, when he is on foot. His comic head labels him at once; and he plays up to his comic head. IHHe doesn’t jomn in the swirl when a man comes in-——on the contrary, he runs towards him, and, cocking his sharp eye, looks out for—something to cat. Then, as the man moves off, the hammer-head trots zealously after his heels, looking for that something to eat in the boot tracks. A human being, in the belief of the hammer-head, is a moving thing which exudes everywhere something

CHURCH PARADE.

to eat. Wherefore, in whatsoever place a human being may have been, and upon or near whatsoever thing he may have touched, the hammer-head expects to find refreshments. He rushes immediately to that place and hunts assiduously. If he find nothing, his first expression is one of unbounded surprise. The laws of Nature, it would scem, are being defied. So he looks again, to make quite sure. But there is really nothing. He thinks for a second, and then glares with sharp suspicion in the direction of the retreating creature. It can’t be a human being, after all. It is a mere fraud ; some conceited thing trying to look