When three wedge tailed eagles drifted into a dead tree above the hen house, the crows summonsed all the troops they could. Crows came from every direction and mustered themselves on the top branches. They didn't go as far as murder but organised constant bombardments and created sufficient noise to drive off the three intruders before any damage was done.
Instead of taking photos today I gardened until the heat drove me inside. Now with a fan on my back I'm cooling down and relaxing at the computer before I venture into a hot kitchen to make dinner. The weather bureau is not helpful. I read that we need to savour our December rain as El Nino is promising a hot, dry January. It's certainly feeling like it today. Hmmm... 4th January...Mum would have been 100 years old today if she'd still been with us. God bless her.
Let's hear it for the crows! Those much maligned but valiant (and smart!) corvids have allied themselves with the hens and the farmer to send the eagles looking for food in a less domesticated area. Let them eat mice! I love this shot, Margaret, and your story even more.
