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Walks the same half-mile of hedge every week and writes down what changed. Twelve years of notebooks.
Birds, mostly. Counts them badly on purpose and explains why the bad count is the useful one.
Weather and the ground it lands on. Keeps a rain gauge he does not entirely trust.
Trees and the long arguments about them. Has planted more than she has watched grow.
Soil, tracks and the things that pass at night. Believes the ground is the honest record.
Pressing, drawing and the herbarium. Argues that looking slowly is a skill, not a mood.
