Natural history -- Outdoor books; Nature; Nature study; Paris (France) -- Description and travel
The long grass flowing towards the hedge has reared in a wave against
it. Along the hedge it is higher and greener, and rustles into the very
bushes. There is a mark only now where the footpath was; it passed
close to the hedge, but its place is traceable only as a groove in the
sorrel and seed-tops. Though it has quite filled the path, the grass
there cannot send its tops so high; it has left a winding crease. By
the hedge here stands a moss-grown willow, and its slender branches
extend over the sward. Beyond it is an oak, just apart from the bushes;
then the ground gently rises, and an ancient pollard ash, hollow and
black inside, guards an open gateway like a low tower. The different
tone of green shows that the hedge is there of nut-trees; but one great
hawthorn spreads out in a semicircle, roofing the grass which is yet
more verdant in the still pool (as it were) under it. Next a corner,
more oaks, and a chestnut in bloom. Returning to-this spot an old apple
tree stands right out in the meadow like an island. There seemed just
now the tiniest twinkle of movement by the rushes, but it was lost
among the hedge parsley. Among the grey leaves of the willow there is
another flit of motion; and visible now against the sky there is a
little brown bird, not to be distinguished at the moment from the many
other little brown birds that are known to be about. He got up into the
willow from the hedge parsley somehow, without being seen to climb or
fly. Suddenly he crosses to the tops of the hawthorn and immediately
flings himself up into the air a yard or two, his wings and ruffled
crest making a ragged outline; jerk, jerk, jerk, as if it were with the
utmost difficulty he could keep even at that height. He scolds, and
twitters, and chirps, and all at once sinks like a stone into the hedge
and out of sight as a stone into a pond. It is a whitethroat; his nest
is deep in the parsley and nettles. Presently he will go out to the
island apple tree and back again in a minute or two; the pair of them
are so fond of each other's affectionate company they cannot remain
apart.
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