
Excerpt from Woodcock Shooting The small birds rejoice in the green leaves' returning; The murmuring streamlet winds clear thro' the vale; The hawthorn trees blow in the dews of the morning, And wild, scattered cowslips bedeck the green dale. About the Publisher...

Lazy days spent in the uplands inevitably bring a closer connection with nature. Especially when your sport is seeking that game little bird, the woodcock. For the woodcock reassures us that the brooks are still dancing merrily through the woods and are on their way to sweet...




