180 AMONGST THE WOODLAND BIRDS— 
them, or make a sudden loud noise, and 
watch to see where the birds fly from. In 
one of these ways you may be able to find 
the nest. 
It was pleasant wandering about in this 
favoured spot, but time failed us all too soon. 
We were not tired, even after our long day, 
for 1f there is a motive, and that a pleasant 
one, the powers of the body do not fail so 
easily, although one is hard at work. But 
all good things must have an end, and our 
final jaunt together for the season was over. 
The sun gleamed out the last two hours of 
the day, casting long shadows through the 
glades and brightening the tints of tree and 
plant and meadow all round, whilst in the 
distance the red brick cottages, scarcely 
noticeable before, stood out clearly, and the 
plentiful white may blossom, though fading 
now into rose, showed up in bright contrast 
to the herbage. The birds were still singing 
as we made our way to the station. Perhaps 
their evening songs are the sweetest of all. 
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