Nurseries

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.

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1 Response to Nurseries

  1. Anonymous says:

    Hello Freda!
    Just wanted to pop in and let you know that I'm honored that you've listed me in the 'blogs that I read' section.
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    Jeni

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