He describes, feels, and paints with words the migration of the seabirds, the swallows in the air, insect life, stranded fishes, and grassy dunes. Straightforward, gorgeous, and filled with impressionistic sentences, this is a wonderful book to read. Beston describes a different time, without phones and regular transportation, but the same birds are still flying north every spring, and the same beach plums are ripening in September.
I got my 1949 edition on Bookmooch, but this title is still in print. It is considered a classic, but I have read many classics that don't live up to becoming my own classic books. This one is far beyond classic.
Beston's cottage and land was given to the Audobon Society in 1960, and was finally reclaimed by the sea in 1978, when the storms had eroded the beach so much that the house was swept away during a big winterstorm.
Here are just a few examples from the book:
[autumn, ocean and birds] "For the animal shall not be measured by man. In a world older and more complete than ours they move finished and complete, gifted with extensions of the senses we have lost or never attained, living by voices we shall never hear. They are not brethren, they are not underlings; they are other nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time, fellow prisoners of the splendour and travail of the earth. "