Leisurely Hunter in the Sky: Visits from the Arctic
“To the mouse, snow means freedom from want and fear…. A rough-legged hawk comes sailing over the meadow ahead. Now he stops, hovers like a kingfisher, and then drops like a feathered bomb into the marsh. He does not rise again, so I am sure he has caught, and is now eating, some worried mouse-engineer […]
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