byrdys

Updated: June 26, 2025

And behind the blossoming curtain, alive with the minute, multitudinous, swift-moving, glittering forms, some nobler form will be hidden in a hole or fissure in the wall. Here on many a night I have listened to the sibilant screech of the white owl and the brown owl's clear, long-drawn, quavering lamentation: "Good Ivy, what byrdys hast thou?" "Non but the Howlet, that How! How!"

W. H. (William Henry) Hudson - Afoot in England