Country rambles in England : $b or, Journal of a naturalistKnapp, J. L. (John Leonard)
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Country rambles in England : $b or, Journal of a naturalist
Knapp, J. L. (John Leonard)
Natural history -- England; Natural history -- Outdoor books
I do not recollect any creature less obnoxious to harm than the common
snail (helix aspersa) of our gardens. A sad persevering depredator and
mangler it is; and when we catch it at its banquet on our walls, it can
expect no reprieve from our hands. But our captures are partial and
temporary; and, secured in its strong shell, it seems safe from external
dangers; yet its time comes and one weak bird destroys it in great
numbers. In the winter season, the common song-thrush feeds sparingly
upon the berries of the white thorn, and the hedge fruits, but passes a
great portion of its time at the bottoms of ditches, seeking for the
smaller species of snails (helix hortensis and hel. nemoralis), which it
draws out from the old stumps of the fence with unwearied perseverance,
dashing their shells to pieces on a stone; and we frequently see it
escaping from the hedge bank with its prize, which no little
intimidation induces it to relinquish. The larger kind at this season
are beyond its power readily to obtain; for as the cold weather
advances, they congregate in clusters behind some old tree, or against a
sheltered wall, fixing the openings of their shells against each other,
or on the substance beneath, and adhering so firmly in a mass, that the
thrush cannot by any means draw them wholly, or singly, from their
asylum. In the warmer portion of the year, they rest separate, and
adhere but slightly; and should the summer be a dry one, the bird makes
ample amends for the disappointment in winter, intrudes its bill under
the margin of the opening, detaches them from their hold, and destroys
them in great numbers. In the summers of 1825 and 1826, both hot and dry
ones, necessity rendered the thrush unusually assiduous in its pursuits;
and every large stone in the lane, or under the old hedge, was strewed
with the fragments of its banquet. This has more than once reminded me
of the fable of the “Four Bulls;” united invincible, when separated an
easy prey; but, with the exception of this season, and this bird, I know
no casualty to which the garden snail is exposed.
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