Lowell,

Allow some light into the manor, have your man place another log on the andirons, give the clinkers a stir and a few breaths from the bellows whilst you venture forth near the copses & up the dells for brair rabbit and his cuz, the hare. Should they prove absent, you might look into starting a programme to remedy that for future seasons. One can only have his goose cooked & eat crow but so many times.

From your description, one would think Glennthorne Woods locus closer to Mordor than MO.