I have had my head in the computer for days now, from first light, hardly time to journal or notice the 'lovely things' I spoke of in my last posting. "Look," my husband said, as we sat in bed drinking early morning tea just after dawn. "Look at the rooks." The usual flock was flying south from wherever they roost overnight (I haven't discovered exactly where yet). Flying in contingents but not in their usual straight line - they came in waves, swirling, circling, loitering almost. Why?
What was different about today? Wind direction? Murky cloud cover? Drizzle? Surely not. I must re-read Mark Cocker's 'Crow Country' - a marvellous and dedicated observation of these gregarious creatures. Morning and evening (when they return to their roosting site) we watch them; such enigmatic birds. As Shakespeare wrote so poetically, "Night thickens, and the crow makes wing to the rooky woods." I should have tried to sketch a rook; in fact there have been so many different species of birds at the bird feeders today I could have filled a page of sketches.
My day has been more than usually hectic but I have a joy to look forward to: Rosie (of ruminations, rambles, reflexions) is "interviewing" me. I am presently reflecting upon my responses and will post her questions and my answers very shortly. Thankyou Rosie.