Hedgerow Life 
find out whether the fox was successful 
in its hunting and succeeded in getting 
a fat hare for supper, or whether it went 
home hungry. Perhaps the trampled 
and bloodstained snow shows that the 
fox caught it after all, or else that some 
hungry stoat or weasel has killed a 
rabbit. The snow has many such tales 
to tell to those who can read the language 
and interpret the signs of Nature. 
Round some tall thistle or teazle there 
is a circle of seeds lying, with no foot- 
prints at all to show who has been 
along that way to drop them. Then 
you may be sure that some goldfinches 
or linnets have spied out the plant, and 
scattered the seed-feathers after cracking 
and eating the little seeds contained in 
them. 
But the snow and frost must come to 
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