Hedgerow Life 
we passed this very hedge in the summer- 
time and never dreamt there were any 
nests there in it ; it was so thick and so 
covered and matted over with wild rose, 
bramble, and all sorts of prickly things 
that it was difficult to see into it. 
Good friends to all the hedgerow 
birds and beasts are these brambles and 
trailing wild roses, and faithfully they 
guard the secrets hidden away beneath 
their sheltering cover. But now the 
need for secrecy is over, for they have 
served their purpose, and all the nests of 
the past summer are plainly revealed. 
Much we wonder now that we didn’t see 
them before. 
ite the top ef the hedge there’ is 
the frail platform of the turtle-dove, 
on which, last June, were lying two 
pearly white eggs. The two young 
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