They crossed the sodded space of lawn and came to the top step for nuts, eating them from cunning paws.

They were living life according to the laws of their nature.

She knew that their sharp, startling bark was not to frighten her, but to warn straying intruders of other species of their kindred from a nest, because the Harvester had told her so.

He had said their racing here and there in wild scramble was a game of tag and she found it most interesting to observe.
Birds of brilliant colour flashed everywhere, singing in wild joy, and tilted on the rising hedge before her, hunting berries and seeds.

Their bubbling, spontaneous song was an instinctive outpouring of their joy over mating time, nests, young, much food, and running water.