Connie shook her head. Without saying a word, she pointed toward a bird with a striking feather pattern of orange-red, jet black and white.
Amazingly, the little fellow was digging and pushing in the mud, turning over small stones in a search for food.
“Oh, I wish I knew the name of that bird,” Connie whispered. “I’d report on it at our next Brownie Scout meeting.”
“It looks like a dove with bright orange legs and feet,” added Vevi in awe.
Her words startled the bird. Frightened, it took wing.
In the air, the colors merged, giving the bird the appearance of a flying marble cake.
“Oh, we must tell Miss Gordon about this place,” Connie declared happily. “Why, it’s simply alive with birds!”
Overhead, gulls were winging in graceful flight. Sandpipers twinkled at the water’s edge on their fast-moving, tiny black legs.
Vevi, however, was more interested in finding a turtle she could race.
“I don’t think this old pond has any turtles,” she complained. “I don’t see a single one.”