An ineffectual, rambling, pretentious book, over and under any recognizable age group appeal. Long platitudinous speeches, ponderous, self-conscious humor with every wrinkle etched in, sanctity of nature and efficacy of prayer (even over a sick little squirrel or chipmunk) with the Heavenly presence manifested in every rift in the clouds -- suggest that the author had high-school level in mind. But the detailed description of every hair on 5 little chickadees, the antics of eleven birdies and a saucy ground hog point to a much younger audience. The ""hero"", a character called Duke who thinks nature is a second rate comedy, and whom the author lovingly describes in every attitude, succeeds in being one of the noisiest, self-righteous prigs of the month. A laughing wax-work figure. Unpleasant in spite of all the natural scenery. Everyone in it has a mental collar facing backwards.