28 December 1917 In the sombre foliage of the forest firs we heard the short, high-pitched notes of the goldcrest, and saw two or three of the tiny birds hunting for insectsIron-hard roads rang beneath our feet and cat-ice between the ruts scrunched and crackled; a black frost had the forest in its grip. Under the firs was a litter of stripped cones and scattered flakes; the squirrels, in spite of the frost, had been busy, and over and over again we disturbed them from their hunt amongst the fallen needles and sent them scurrying up the straight boles. It was in the sombre foliage of these forest firs that we heard the short, high-pitched notes of the goldcrest, and saw two or three of the tiny birds hunting for insects - hibernating insects too insignificant for larger birds to worry with. Related: Walking in the winter woods: Country diary 100 years ago Continue reading...
Country diary 1917: forest in the grip of a black frost
24. prosinece 2017 0:00
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Celý článek: https://www.theguardian.com/environment/2017/dec/24/country-diary-forest-grip-of-black-frost-1917
Zdroj: The Guardian