After a wet and blustery day, there was a break of stormy sunshine this evening as I walked the dogs near Eversden while Will was at band practice (they are already rehearsing for Christmas concerts - yikes!).
A rowdy rabble of rooks were congregating on the low mound of a bare field. I don't think rooks migrate in the winter. I think they were just hanging out together. They kept taking off and swirling and swooping in great packs - just for the fun of joy-riding on the stiff breeze, as far as I could tell. All except for one guy who marched about along the horizon refusing to join the group activity. He wants to be alone. No, he doesn't want to feel the stupid wind in his stupid wings thank-you very much, he's fine where he is.
Yep, I have days like that too!
Try saying a rowdy rabble of rooks after a glass of wine or two HA! Lovely words though! Love this photo Helen and Im enjoying the rich browns of the freshly ploughed farmers fields at the moment :)
