CROW TALK
I went out the other evening to look at the sky, which, for some reason, was un- /usually bright, and found the rooks were aware of it, for they were talking- away as merrily as they had been by day. No doubt most of the talk was among the almost full-grown youngsters. Two crows that nested in some conifers in the grounds of an empty house near by raised a pgir of scruffy and noisy offspring that threatened to wear them out by demanding more food. One in particular still scolds and complains without stop the day long except when its gullet is being stuffed with food. This applies a hundredfold in the rookery and to a lesser degree on our own roof at the moment, for the jackdaw family there behaves in like fashion. A day will come, as it does every summer, when, as if by magic. all these birds will be gone, at least for a time. In late autumn the residents will return fro their wanderings, having lost the 'visitors' and I fancy, some of their own offspring on th way.
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