Two boys motoring to a near lake to swim invited, “Come along.” “Not to swim, thank you. Drop me on your way at that old forsaken farm in the woods.” I climbed out, their crazy old car wheezed away. I went through a broken gateway and up a grass-infested…
I was the only mother the nine little bullfinches had ever known. I stole my two bullfinch nests, one having four birdlings, the other five. I stole them while yet the birds were deaf, blind, and only half fledged. When first they heard and saw, they were in a…
Eighteen months of recuperation in a sanatorium is desperate dullness. The slnatorium was in a part of England crammed with wild-bird life. Only that made things bearable: open fields, hedgerows, little woods, rabbit warrens—places that song-birds love. The San sat on a little rise. It was a sanatorium primarily…
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