Читать книгу Lost Voices of the Edwardians: 1901–1910 in Their Own Words - Max Arthur, Max Arthur - Страница 162

I had a beloved Highland nanny who was the most wonderful naturalist. She knew the names of all the wild flowers. She knew where the various birds nested and she used to take me out carrying old leaking kettles that she found on rubbish heaps and she'd put one at the root of certain bushes and she'd say, ‘You see! A robin will build in that!’ And one almost invariably did.