8 July 1919 Even the insectivorous warblers cannot resist the tempting berries, but from the look of the loaded canes there will be enough and to spare.
Young swallows, their immaturity evident by their behaviour as well as in shorter tails, rest on the barbed-wire fence, watching the old birds sweep above the new-mown grass on untiring wing. They twitter with satisfaction when, hovering on winnowing wings, a parent poises for an instant to present an offering of flies.
“Poor man’s snuff,” the flat-topped sneezewort yarrow, is out beneath the hedge, where the whitethroat, crest uplifted, scolds us when we pass, and the lane-side is yellow with a thickening crop of hawkweeds. Where last year’s labour shortage left the fields uncleaned ragworts are growing tall and rank; some are already topped with handsome flower-heads.
In the now dense tangle of the withy bed summer fruits are ripening; the birds have found the first raspberries in the woods as well as in the garden. Even the insectivorous warblers cannot resist the tempting berries, but from the look of the loaded canes there will be enough and to spare. The wasps and bluebottles will find some left to ferment and half-intoxicate them as the summer advances.
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