Despite the title, Moss' shows a clear bias towards birds in his book. There's nothing wrong with that, but I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't a wee bit disappointing for only getting a single passage on hares.

Moss captures the rustic beauty of a quintessential English countryside. His prose is a poetic comfort to read and a refreshing blend of both science and anecdote. The book is divided into twelve chapters corresponding to each month of the year, and the observations held within. The end result is a book that every fan of nature writing should have on their shelf.