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Title: Nature Near London
Author: Richard Jefferies
Release Date: June 19, 2006 [EBook #18629]
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NATURE NEAR LONDON
BY
RICHARD JEFFERIES
AUTHOR OF
"THE LIFE OF THE FIELDS," "THE OPEN AIR," ETC.
[Illustration]
FINE-PAPER EDITION
LONDON
CHATTO & WINDUS
1905
Printed by BALLANTYNE, HANSON & CO.
At the Ballantyne Press
PREFACE
It is usually supposed to be necessary to go far into the country to
find wild birds and animals in sufficient numbers to be pleasantly
studied. Such was certainly my own impression till circumstances led me,
for the convenience of access to London, to reside for awhile about
twelve miles from town. There my preconceived views on the subject were
quite overthrown by the presence of as much bird-life as I had been
accustomed to in distant fields and woods.
First, as the spring began, came crowds of chiffchaffs and willow-wrens,
filling the furze with ceaseless flutterings. Presently a nightingale
sang in a hawthorn bush only just on the other side of the road. One
morning, on looking out of window, there was a hen pheasant in the furze
almost underneath. Rabbits often came out into the spaces of sward
between the bushes.
The furze itself became a broad surface of gold, beautiful to look down
upon, with islands of tenderest birch green interspersed, and willows in
which the sedge-reedling chattered. They used to say in the country that
cuckoos were getting scarce, but here the notes of the cuckoo echoed all
day long, and the birds often flew over the house. Doves cooed,
blackbirds whistled, thrushes sang, ja
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