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 Dean wrote:

I remember when all this was fields as far as the eye could see, where the only sound was the sound of skylarks ascending into the sky for a lark, to gain an aerial view of the rolling hills blessed by the fresh kiss of the rising sun on a bright spring morning, where pheasant and partridge would scurry among the gorse bushes and hare and rabbit would graze upon the dew soaked meadows of verdant grass and scented buttercup as the first rays of the sun brushed over the rising mist that rolled gently across the grassland while a lonely deer would look up, startled by a wily fox that stalked the tender cotton-tailed prey, then return to its morning meal as the fox was no threat to itself, yet the rabbits, equally alert to the predatory dangers inherent in such a bucolic idly could sense the deer's apprehension and dash for the protective cover of a nearby woodland copse, to unnerve squirrel and badger that did forage in the undergrowth beneath the leafy canopy, shadow dappled and green by the filtered light streaming between overhanging branch and bough to wake a well-fed owl that dozed sleepily, quietly digesting its nighttime feast of hapless dormouse, caught unawares by the silent beat of owlish wing as raptor talons snatched it from this world and ripped its lifeblood, eviscerated and disembowelled so that nothing remained but a memory, a discarded regurgitate pellet of fur and bone and a mild case of avian indigestion. Ah, yes, I remember many things.

Those were the good old days. 