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to move for some time, and when he did so, he did not scamper, as 

 we expected. Many Orange-tip Butterflies still out. Found a dead 

 Mole by the way-side. Noticed the farmer's sandy Cat up the lane 

 leading to the farmyard; sitting up like a young Tiger, he looked a 

 picture through the glasses, but I am afraid he is a poacher, and 

 many a nest of young birds fall a prey to him. How the narrow lane 

 is straw-strewn, especially the hedges. 



Looking through the glass, we see the village nestling in the 



NEST AND EGGS OF RING DOVE. 



valley, notice the church with its tapered spire pointed heavenwards, 

 and observe a Hare coming down the side of a hedge half a mile away. 



A friend who rambled with me to-day remarked that he should 

 hardly have thought it possible for one to write on Natural History 

 week after week without exhausting the subject; but it is an in- 

 exhaustible subject, and one never tires of studying Nature in all her 

 various phases. New sights and sounds crop up at every turn, and 

 a week away from the country-side will supply a whole field of 

 information when our rambling day comes round again. Such 

 changes in seven short days we can hardly believe possible, but 



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