What opportunists birds are. I never cease to be amazed by their antics.
If there is road-kill then you can guarantee that a member of the corvid family will be there while the corpse is still warm - no messing about. They seem to appear out of thin air.
The same goes for the seagulls when a field is being ploughed. They are mostly white or light grey birds, so easy to see. But if you look around when the farmer begins with his plough you will hardly see a seagull, yet but by the time he gets to the far side of the field there will be a hundred - or two - following him.
And I noticed today, on my drive to the supermarket, that they have a new pastime. We have had so much rain this winter that almost every field (and large front garden) has anything from a puddle to a small lake of water waiting to drain off. And every one which I passed on my drive has been colonised by seagulls - floating about and really enjoying it.
When I was a child we rarely saw a seagull, and if we did we would say that there was going to be a storm at sea and they had all come inland to escape the worst of it. Now they nest on our moor and there are always hundreds around.
At this time of the year the cock pheasants are building up their harems and rather than tolerating one another at our bird table, one - obviously the dominant one - has taken over. So far he has four 'ladies' and he guards them jealously. And one of them (I know it is always the same one as she has a distinctive white flash on her head) is obviously going to nest in our garden when the time is right. In the meantime she spends her day between the bird feeders (there is always plenty of food for them there as the farmer scatters corn), and the walled garden. She is taking no chances.