A YEAR WITH NATURE. 



motionless, in which position its well-developed tail was shewn 

 off to perfection. All this time it was uttering a cry, not at 

 all an unpleasant one, and it had apparently a young one 

 somewhere hard by, for the parent bird was in great trouble. 

 Later on, when in the iron horse coming homewards, I saw 

 two more of these birds. Hertfordshire's list of Aves is an 

 excellent one. 



Passing along through wooded coppices and gorgeous hedge- 

 rowswell garnished with many wild flowers one inhales the 



A LATE NEST AND EGGS OF WHEATEAR. 



delicious aroma of the clinging Honeysuckle. Moreover, along 

 a green drive one side of which the sun catches more than 

 the other I found a beautiful Wild Strawberry-bed in Nature's 

 own garden. Here, nestling in the soft green foliage, were 

 rich red berries as luscious and delicious in their taste as those 

 grown in the garden. There they were in abundance, I never 

 saw such a sight before. It may be that their abundance was 

 owing in a measure to the track I traversed being private, but 

 no matter. 



