66 IN BIRD-LAND 



change to a deep red, this being reflected on all 

 the clouds in the heavens. Small parties of cawing 

 Rooks fly across the western sky on their way 

 homeward ; the Hedge-Sparrows call from the 

 hedgerows ; talkative Starlings in the fir-trees 

 have quieted down ; a thick mist rises over the 

 low-lying meadows ; and then all is still as an 

 autumn eventide. 



