Sylvia discovers her own morality with regard to the natural world after she goes on a few bird hunting jaunts with the young man who is hoping to add to his collection of taxidermied birds. Though she finds the young hunter attractive and fascinating, she does not take him to the nest of the white heron even when he offers her more money than she has ever seen. Sylvia, who had spent her first eight years in a congested city, has come to understand and revere the natural world that surrounds her grandmother's farm.
The imagery of "thrushes and sparrows dropping silent to the ground, their songs hushed and their pretty feathers stained and wet with blood" is tragic to Sylvia when the hunter kills them. It is arguable that at this moment the little girl decides that she will not lead him to the likely place where the white heron can be found. And when Sylvia visits the highest pine tree in the forest and discovers the heron's nest, she communes with the bird and enjoys the view to the sea. The narrator reveals that Sylvia is so moved by the grandeur of the view to the sea and proximity of the bird and its mate that she would never compromise it for the man's greed to possess a piece of the majesty of nature, even if she would win his admiration and money by doing so. Ultimately, she does not reveal this sacred spot to him.