Rural affairs
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Daft, beautiful birds protected for the potCountry diary: Redcastle, the Black Isle There are dozens of them waiting in the undergrowth to fly up, panic-stricken, as we pass
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An island of wild and ancient woodland in an urban sprawlCountry diary: Thorpe Wood, Peterborough This wood was here long before the city grew up around it. If it were lost its space would be instantly absorbed
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50 years ago: The sound of the fox honkOriginally published in the Guardian on 4 February 1967: Their call sounds to me more like a honking, a strangely vibrant, rather eerie owk-owk-owk-owk
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Driven to distraction by wildlifeCountry diary: Strathnairn, Highlands Looking at siskins so close is a delight. I can never decide if their plumage is yellow-green or lime-green
Country diary Tracks in the snow where carnivores passed in the night