A sudden screeching noise going on and on made the dog stop in her tracks today. I assumed it was an aeroplane but the dog knew better and was looking up into a twenty foot spruce. Then the mystery was solved, a large hooded crow flapped out of the branches in rather an ungainly fashion and gradually the noise hushed. He or she had been busy feeding the chicks in a large nest balanced precariously in the uppermost branches.
Strange to think of crows as caring parents rather than heartless scavengers.