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But he remembers being "blown away by the little goldcrest".

I was drawn to the effulgent green moss, the old, sprawling yews, the buzz of spotting a nuthatch or goldcrest or sparrowhawk.

A goldcrest was swinging on a branch of the hedge.

“Not so,” answered the goldcrest, as, leaving the eagle’s back, he fluttered upward, until suddenly he knocked his head against the sun and set fire to his crest.

One of the charms of the goldcrest is that he does not look on a human being as a wild beast.