"Uncle Roy never does.

You have said the names of ever so many birds that we don't know, and when he does that he always stops and explains.

Snipe and Spotted Sandpipers--please begin with those." Olaf thought for a minute.

He knew all the game and water birds--in fact, they were intimate friends of his; but it was not so easy for him to describe them.
"Did you ever see a Woodcock ?" he began.
"Yes, oh yes!" cried Nat.

"Uncle Roy showed us a stuffed one in the wonder room, and told us all about its long beak with a point like a finger to feel for its food in the mud because its eyes are too far back to see well in front, and all about its sky dance; and Rap has seen one sitting on its nest in a spring snowstorm." "Well, the Snipe that comes about here belongs to the same family, and also pokes in the mud for its food; that is why it likes to live near fresh water like the Woodcock, where the mud is soft, rather than on the sea-shore, where the sand is gritty.