How I love rooks - they may not be pretty to look at individually but no other bird can beat them en masse. As I lie on my bed this afternoon in the computer room, where I am sleeping at the moment, the sky is blue, the sun is shining and across the field behind my house is my favourite ash tree. As I wait for my afternoon nap to overtake me (it does so quickly every day as I get very tired) suddenly the tree, devoid of leaves this time of year of course, erupts and hundreds of rooks burst upwards like so many leaves in the wind. I wish I could hear the noise they are making. It reminded me of one the holidays the farmer and I took in the US when, on entering the hotel in the early evening, the trees surrounding us were absolutely full of very noisy birds. I have a feeling they were called something like Grackles - can anyone enlighten me?
The other news story of today is that I have got mice! My carer has found that they seem to have taken up residence under the sink in the kitchen. My son is sending for two traps today and we must start an onslaught.
In other news I ache in places where I didn't know I had places to ache, presumably from doing my exercises religiously but 'no pain no gain'.