Sunday 18 July 1915, Kingsnorth
Today I paid another visit to New Romney and Littlestone, to which places I have become quite attached. The two Kentish plover’s eggs are still unhatched and I found a youngster of this species which could not have been more than a day or two old. These were probably the produce of birds that have had their first laying destroyed.
A young common sparrow about four days old had no nestling down and was quite naked. Inside of mouth red, not purple-red as in the chaffinch.
To get up with the lark is a very apposite saying. While it is still deep dusk, the first cold streak of light showing low on the north-east horizon they are up and singing before three in the morning.
For Collingwood Ingram