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A YEAR WITH NATURE. 



it is called "Song" Thrush I do not know, for it is a slight 

 on the Mistle Thrush, which is by no means a bad singer. In 

 sheltered situations Primroses may now be found; the delicate 

 petals nestling on the fallen leaves of last Autumn is a study, 

 so simple and yet so grand. As we move a few leaves aside, 

 we scare a Rabbit, and away he scampers across the leafy 

 pathway. The clamouring Jackdaws in the distance almost 



EWE WITH TRIPLETS. 



drown the early song of the Yellow Bunting. What a fine 

 fellow he is, and how we admire him as he hops along the 

 roadway, his green and gold plumes showing off to an extent 

 that makes the most cultivated Naturalist exclaim, "Beautiful I" 

 The Rooks are busy putting their houses in order ; Spring 

 cleaning is well in hand with them, and the nests are beginning 

 to look ship-shape, as much as they ever will do at any rate. 

 Owing to the dry Summer of 1898, the birds devoured a great 



