Lookout

The resident Carrion Crows are one of the most characterful elements of the moor - they are there when we wake up, and when we go to sleep. Often, they're perched on our roof. They fly over to the reservoir, and come back again.

Today the fog evolved into mist, and we could see a bit further, including the outline of Acre Howe, a spur of Baildon Moor, formerly the site of a medieval cross (marked on the 1891 First Edition OS Map), which would have been visible on the skyline. Towards the end of the day there was even a hint of blue in the sky.

The crows often perch on the rowan saplings that dot this edge of the moor, and which I visited in Monday's blip. Some of the smaller ones barely bear their weight, and the limbs flex and rebound with their arrival and departure. They eat the berries too, and though these have now been stripped, this crow was tugging at the new buds in search of a snack today.

This image pushes the limits of my camera's optical zoom, but I got a reasonably sharp image in the weak light through perching it on the garden wall. Enough for a recognisable silhouette anyway.

perched crow ~ eyes searching ~ for the next meal ~ all the berries ~ gone