148 By Leafy Ways. 



into her own particular chink those materials out of 

 which she and her mate will frame their soft and cosy 

 habitation. 



He will face the wet grass of a late June morning, 

 and lie hidden in a ditch to watch the kestrel take her 

 plunder to her fierce brood high up in the limestone 

 cliff. 



For him the woodland ways are full of ever new 

 delight. Each hedgerow has its feathered tenants ; 

 each ancient tree is the haunt of one or other of his 

 gentle vassals. 



