The last two days haven't really been the weather for long walks with a camera. On the KOS forum there's been a debate about the lack of photographs of Crows on the KOS gallery. I think Rick Lawes who first mentioned it really meant the black ones, Crows, Rooks and Jackdaws, but I started thinking that crows as a family have quite a place in literature and art. I haven't time to go into it very deeply at the moment. This wet and bedraggled Magpie was out side the NT centre at the White Cliffs car park today.
Here's a little poem by Stella M. Turk MBE
The Thieving Magpie
I am under the eye
Of a master spy
-a thieving magpie
He watches me
From a nearby tree
And if i’m not in view
He is quick to attack
A flight there and back
And he has the cheese
Put out to please
The smaller birds
Which quickly take flight
When he comes into sight
The best known poem concerning Rooks is "Black Rook in Rainy Weather" by Silvia Plath. It's a bit deep for me, I get lost after the first verse!
This Rook was sitting on a TV aerial in Whitfield when I was on was way to get petrol. It doesn't quite fit the little verse, also by Stella Turk, but in the rain it was the best I could do:
The Restless Rooks
This winter the local rooks are very vocal
I don’t know whether they are glad or sad
But they seem in the main to complain.
They don’t want to be bound to the ground
Nor do they want to be in a tree
Or for long to fly in the sky.
Are they just jesting, or thinking of nesting?
Is it due to the mildness, or wildness?
If anyone knows, they are not telling me.