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A Lark Rising

A Lark Rising - Reimagining Richard Jefferies #6

One of Jefferies’ favourite birds, the lark, was for him associated not only with summer days, but with the promise of summer that is felt towards the end of winter. This small bird of the light and endless blue sky, that seemed to bring a message of hope, of love even, was one he could never tire of seeing and hearing.

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Eileen A Soper RMS SWLA 1905-1990

Artists Inspired by Nature - Eileen Alice Soper RMS SWLA 1905-1990

Best known as the original illustrator of Enid Blyton's books, Eileen Soper was particularly fond of depicting children and animals. She was born in Enfield, Middlesex, and then moved to Hertfordshire where her artist father, George, created a wildlife sanctuary in their garden. She sketched many of the animals living there, including deer and badgers, and made etchings and engravings from an early age. She also wrote several books for children and produced a series of natural history books.

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A Song Thrush Sings

A Song Thrush Sings - Cameos of Birdlife #4

It’s early morning. Still dark. A pale moon hangs in the sky as the pre-dawn light rims the nearby mountains. A Buzzard mews; an owl hoots from the nearby woods. As the garden trees take shape a Song Thrush breaks into song - hesitantly at first; but then full and vibrant - lost in its own joy of singing ...

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Country Roads

Country Roads

The snow-heavy skies have gone, replaced by a sodden grey blanket of cloud. A watery sun teases. Birds carol: a Song Thrush stutters and starts from the churchyard beech; and a Great Tit chants ‘teacher’ ‘teacher’ from the hedge, by the old school. Somewhere a Blackbird sings ...

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Rookery Wood

Rookery Wood - Cameos of Birdlife #2

Not far from where I used to live as a child (see photo in the previous post), close by the village church 1 there was a rookery. I would often stay out, well past my bedtime, watching and listening, until all the sounds of the day had faded away; and there was just the stillness before night ...

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