Country diary 1945: jackdaw hullabaloo on the fell
Cumberland, February 17 No matter what time you pass a craggy, terraced fell rising steeply from a main road you hear a clamour that now and again is almost deafening. The jackdaws have no matins or vespers like hounds sitting together on a kennel bench. They can never keep silent, not even when …
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