These were the first shore birds I ever saw. — When I was about five years old my father pointed out several on Fire Island beach and told me they were "OYSTERCATCHERS."

"They must be orful good divers!"

He explained that oysters were found on roots and banks further south but I was skeptical.

Altho not streamlined they move with ease and their striking costumes of black, white and red are conspicuous marks on the beaches. Apparently they are aware of this lack of protective coloration and are among the shyest of our shore birds. The bill is used as a pry to separate bivalves from rocks and Maynard describes how they obtain oysters. When the ebbtide exposed oyster bars they came silently alone, then in pairs, finally in flocks of a dozen or more. When the water first receded the bivalves gaped open and the birds divided the main ligament with their flat, sharp bills and at once devoured the helpless inmate. Specimens shot a short time after making a meal were so crammed that oysters dropt out of their mouths when gently shaken by the feet, head down.

The call notes are quite in keeping with the individual quality of the birds — a penetrating series of wheep — wheep — wheeps.