Beachy Cove is an almost remote colony on the banks of Newfoundland where the author, an indulgent lay-naturalist, lives, observes and writes. The book is only loosely hinged around foxes, one of the author's favorite forms of wildlife, as it takes in observations of a great number of nature's variant species from playful otters to migrant geese to mysterious moon jellies. There is a lot of charm in the book, particularly in descriptive passages, e.g. the texture of the night when one's primary senses are put to work during a moonlit stroll...a pond undergoing a cyclic change...nature under attack by mechanization. Though not as poetic an entity as Helen Hoover's The Gift of the Deer (1966 p. 808), Mr. Horwood does operate along the principles of Thoreau--the true nature lover ""seeks not to conquer but to comprehend"" and he does it very well indeed to make this an interesting and informative walk on the wild side.