Anthony says when he landed on San Benedicto island he heard a low murmuring sound which he thot emanated from seals. He walked into honey-combed ground, sinking sometimes to the hips thru what appeared solid soil. From these holes came soft, low, sad tones, the love notes of WEDGETAILS. A few sprigs of green grass were in many excavations, two birds but no eggs. Home cares are undertaken leisurely for when he returned a month later, the burrows had been lengthened to 8 or 10 feet but only a single egg was found.
They are indolent during daylight, often dozing in the sun on sandy islands, at mouth of their home. Routine is varied by a dozen or more gathering for a squabble staged with catlike meows and squalls.
North Pacific ocean.