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Evening Post, Issue 149, 20 December 1935, Page 17

CHRISTMAS THRUSH •<TCICLES dropped crystal pendants and silver beads from cottage caves, the bare trees were encrusted with glistening rime. The great magician, Hoar Frost, fringed with exquisite sparkling jewels ferns and leavA in sheltered corners," writes Edith R. Case in the "Sussex County Magazine." "The water froze on the top of the pails as the milkman crossed from the stables to the pigsties. Dainty traceries on the white carpet showed where . dwellers in' fields and hedges had passed. Robin, hopping over the spotless surface, left pretty criss-cross markings, birds' long tail feathers trailed curved lines, blurred tracks were, caused by the pigeons' breast feathers, pronged .marks showed where the pheasants had crossed; and little tunnels in the snow, which might have been made for toy trains, were the work of mice. "The deeper marks by, the pines betrayed Brother Rabbit's escape from Mus Reynard (the fox). A fullgrown thrush huddled into a helpless bundle pf feathers attracted our attention. • Life seemed almost extinct as we stopped.to pick him up. "Returning home . . . found the village green alive with boys flinging stbnes to dislodge'the pipe from the