bark-chipping

Updated: July 2, 2026

A bitter, dull paling of the sky, which by courtesy we will call dawn, found them cleaning again, with their hand-like forepaws, exactly like cats, inside a water-vole burrow. The owner had been out, bark-chipping, all night it was the only thing he could find to keep body and life from parting company and was not over-pleased, on his return, to find that he had company at home.

F. St. Mars - The Way of the Wild