“Though it was December there was no lack of color in the buck pen because of the birds, robins and tits, bullfinches, jays, yellowhammers, a couple of kingfishers and the green woodpecker. The white owl was here too, sitting motionless and beautiful upon a branch of the yew that stretched like a lintel …
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