buck's-horns

Updated: May 4, 2025

It is a hungry wind it makes a wanderer as hungry as Robin Hood; it drives him back to the houses, and there by a doorstep lies a heap of buck's-horns thrown down like an armful of wood. In the cloudless January sky the sun at noonday appears high above the southern horizon, and there is a broad band of sky between it and the line of the sea.

Richard Jefferies - The Life of the Fields