the wedge shaped flocks flying high overhead remote & mysterious. These sounded like animals somewhat. Long ago, when I was at art school, the way between my room & the school led thru Wade Park, where at that time some of the zoo animals were quartered. Among them were some coyotes, and when they were fed, or about to be, they would set up a horrible clamor, of undesirable cries. The ducks reminded me of them. They wheeled and circled thru the air, going thru certain gemetrical (sic) figures, as dancers do, executing the various movements as one creature, so perfect was their unified action. Now they would be directly against to (sic)the sunlight, black as crows, and again in full light, gleaming as black and silver, a beautiful sight. There was one albino among them, a snowy white creature that seemed by reason of its being white, larger than the rest. After several minutes of flying around they settled down on the southern end of the lake.
     The shore now took a sharp turn northeastward and revealed a long tapered arm or bay. As I came around I almost surprised the herons again, one flying up quite close to me.
    There was nothing special to note in the walk around the north end of the lake, except an unforeseen long arm where there were a few old fallen trees. At the extreme northwest “corner” I came upon the dam, betraying that the lake was artificial in origin. The western shore along