marshland birds

The daring doers, taking Mr Muskrat’s advice, came to Mrs Bittern’s garden.
“Red eyes, a coal black head and hideous cries? That sounds strangely unfamiliar my dear. The marshland is kinder than you think of it. I’m not sure if you’d ever find a beast lurking around. Maybe you could ask the cranes next door? Or Mr Toad at the deeper end? Good luck, boys, but don’t forget to be home before sun down!”