December already. Christmas just around the corner. I'm hoping to find some interesting Christmassy things to post for you later in the month, but here is our usual article.
Here is what our naturist says about December
Methinks this gentleman is a bit of a romantic.
Towards the end of the month, woodcocks and snipes become the prey of the fowler.
The jack-snipe (Scolopax galinula) which visits us at this period, is a decided species, with marked and singular habits.
Hunting was of course a major source of food for the table during this period and this is a picture of a Jack Snipe.
And with the leaves off the trees it would be far easier to spot this red fellow slinking around in the hedgerows. No doubt he is on the look out for gentlemen in hunting pink.
That is all for now. Until next time. Happy rambles.
Here is what our naturist says about December
And yet Winter has its pleasures;--the frosty morning’s walk, with its invigorating breezes—the long nights, devoted alternately to study and to society, with the enlivening blaze of a sea-coal fire—and the ‘glass that cheers, but not inebriates’—are no small attractions, and peculiarly endear to us this festive season of the year.
Now, too, the fascinating, rosy-cheeked, little son of Venus, not unfrequently seeks the warm shelter of a Christmas parlour; and his wings ‘with napkins dried,’ and ‘from wet and cold at ease,’ he soon tries
If the wet hath not damaged the string of his bow;
And many a swain, and many a fair, will find, to their cost, ‘they have trouble enough with their heart.’ The laughing month of May, and the frigid and cheerless December, are equally favourable to the attacks of the sly, little urchin.
Methinks this gentleman is a bit of a romantic.
Towards the end of the month, woodcocks and snipes become the prey of the fowler.
The jack-snipe (Scolopax galinula) which visits us at this period, is a decided species, with marked and singular habits.
Hunting was of course a major source of food for the table during this period and this is a picture of a Jack Snipe.
And with the leaves off the trees it would be far easier to spot this red fellow slinking around in the hedgerows. No doubt he is on the look out for gentlemen in hunting pink.
That is all for now. Until next time. Happy rambles.