THE BIRDS OF COWSLIP CORNER 165 



I have secured there would more than fill 

 a book ; hundreds of plates have been 

 exposed, and nearly a mile of bioscope 

 film. And yet each visit I see something 

 new, and each time I take my camera a 

 fresh picture is secured. No matter how 

 long I linger there, the time is not wasted. 

 There, a hundred songs greet me ; from 

 the ground, in the bushes, and in the air 

 above, and from the lake beyond the creek, 

 which comes almost up to Cowslip Corner, 

 I hear the harsher cries of Grebe and Duck, 

 of Coot and Moorhen. Turtle Doves call 

 from the tall trees, and a Cuckoo from the 

 hedge, for there is always a young Cuckoo 

 hatched there, and Sedge-Warblers are 

 always the foster-parents. The Cuckoo 

 and her mate remain near their egg, and 

 the young bird when it arrives, although 

 they have nothing to do with the rearing 

 of it ; but they like to be near at hand, 

 and to know that their young have 

 been successfully reared. And in this 



