Friday May 2nd 2014 Tim
I've come to think there's a Crow giving
serious consideration to a nest down in Robina Wood. It's a kind of
sinister part of the world, in my view. You hear the odd strange noise
from down there, kind of like a Fox or maybe a Wild Cat, or perhaps
someone's Pussy Cat gone feral, or maybe some new creature that's never
been seen before. The Artist loves it down there, but fortunately
whenever she suggests a visit I have a whole lot of very important
things to do.
Mockingbirds too are a little distraught by the Crow pacing
around, which is something Crows do when they are musing.
It's a sort of hands behind the back pacing, that you can
imagine military leaders engaged in prior to some major
offensive. And clearly the Crow is worrying the odds, and
pretty much ignoring everything else, including dive bombing
Mockingbirds, assisted by Boy Cardinals and maybe the odd
Wren. Crows of course have the cognitive powers of a well
read eleven year old human child. So it's all rather
worrying for us more simple folk.