National Geographic : 1967 Oct
looking up, and a two-and-a -half-foot fence didn't seem any too high because it was a six foot snake. "Pretty soon Malcolm and his party came around the loop and he looked where the snake had been. Then he saw me 75 yards away on the fence, and when he got close enough he called, again behind his hand: 'Where's the snake?' 'Right here,' I said with a gesture, not caring to speak loud. Then he saw it, right at my feet. " 'How did it get there?' he asked, surprised. "'It followed me,' I said. 'How else do you 544 suppose it would get there?' "'Well,' he said, 'you stay right on that fence.' "'What you think I'm going to do, get down?' I asked. "He went and got a snake stick and caught it, and he and Sam Mendlen put it in a bag. It didn't put up any fuss. In fact, it hadn't tried to hurt anybody, just followed me. "If Malcolm and Sam hadn't been there, I wouldn't expect you to believe it, but that's what happened, and I can't explain it." On the Mangrove Trail at West Lake we saw vivid signs of hurricane fury. Flamingo itself, in September, 1960, felt the full force of First close-ups of the limpkin eating his favor ite food took Mr. Trus low four weeks of patient observation and condi tioning the bird to his presence. Stalking shal lows (above), the limpkin finds an apple snail. Tak ing it ashore, he uses one mandible to hold the shell while the lower one deftly cuts out the meat (center). Jerking his head upward, Aramus guarauna drops the meat in mid-air, then strikes swiftly downward (lower) to catch it high in his beak. In the green gloom of a mangrove thicket, white ibises (Eudocimus albus) groom themselves while a friendly snowy egret seems to keep watch. Ibis beaks and legs, suf fused with color in the courtship season, will fade during nesting time.