meadow-hedge

Updated: May 3, 2025

When spring came once more, and the scented primroses gleamed faintly in the gloom beside the upper entrance to the burrow, and the corncrake, babbling loudly, wandered through the growing grass at the foot of the meadow-hedge, the household of the voles was broken up.

Alfred Wellesley Rees - Creatures of the Night: A Book of Wild Life in Western Britain