There were some most splendid specimens, and the grandest of all, to my thinking, was a Roseate Spoonbill, a wading, fish-catching bird of all shades of rose, from pale pink to crimson.

Even his long horny legs were red.

But he was not a pleasant subject for my part of the work.

He smelt like the _Water-Lily_ at her worst, before we got rid of the fish cargo.
Knowing that he had got them for Alister, I was rather surprised one day when Dennis began picking out some of the rarest birds and put them aside.

It was so unlike him to keep things for himself.