crow’s nest descending

It is so windy outside that the rookery in the trees at the side of the house is dispersing sticks and moss and the occasional feather (luckily they are still building, so no eggs) in an almost continual rain of debris. The trees are pines, and they are bending right over and then flipping back, creating a lovely catapult effect – the rooks haven’t got a clue what’s going on.

I don’t often feel sorry for the rooks – they are large and black and noisy, and there are a great many of them – but I do feel a bit sorry for them tonight.

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