Our Feathered Friends
In the Lane, [1882]
No smoke from unsightly chimney-stacks soiling the blue sky above us; no hum of human voices near—more the pity—and out of hearing even of the lumbering hay-waggons that are creeping along the highway whence issued this green secluded lane. How sweet and peaceful it is between these leafy walls of thorn and briar, where the twittering of birds alone breaks the stillness; how fresh and green everything looks ever, now in warm July; how fragrant the herbage on the lane sides, and the smell from the hay in the fields beyond! But all our English shires abound in lanes just as green and just as lovely; and the little feathered creatures which here are peering at us from twig and bough may be seen in almost any other lane between Land's End and the Tweed; aye, and beyond the Tweed.
Source: The Illustrated London News, July 8, 1882, p.47
I was looking for information on quail in England and found this article. I think it is a lovely piece.
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Hello dear Patsy:-)
Some people have such a way with words, don't they...this article makes you actually see in your mind exactly what they're describing! Beautiful!
I've just caught up on your last few posts...how awesome that your story about your memories of war was published! I really enjoyed reading it and I love that picture of you and Richard as children.
It's absolutely frigid over here today so I haven't even dared step outside. We still have tons of snow and we usually have it until mid April or so. Spring is a ways off over here yet! xox
I have always thought quail would make a good meal but you would have to have 30 birds to cook for 4 folks.
I think they are interesting birds and I would never want to shoot them. I think the author of the piece you shared today would likely want to keep them twittering and peering from twig and bough.
My pink flower is more like a hedge...it is not a rose...but is
an old time bush. I don't know what it is..Larry's mom gave it to me...one thing for sure..you can't kill. It is almost like a weed.
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