Rooks

Rooks don't mind the rain,
as they tramp the field,
training their young in the arts
of feet and beaks.
Rooks don't mind if the wind
will ruffle a feather,
let it blow for weeks.
Rooks are birds designed
for British weather.

poem © Celia Warren 2013

Not a very good picture as it's on full zoom and in poor light, looking across the field. Don't know if you can make out that the juvenile, facing the camera, has its beak wide open, hopefully. There were two parents and two youngsters tramping around and pecking the ground for worms. The juveniles half-heartedly joined in, but kept open-beaked, encouraging the parents to give in to emotional blackmail.

Just back from line dancing, haven't started packing yet for a long weekend away, and our train leaves first thing tomorrow. Must get a wiggle on! Will catch up when I can ...