The solitary crow

In a tall, old pine at the edge of the grounds of a former hotel sat a carrion crow looking like the lord of all he (or she) surveyed. The crow didn't call, it simply looked first one way then another. Had it found a useful vantage point from which to spot the odd tit bit? Or was it near a newly built nest, tucked away in the branches, over which it was standing guard. I mean to check it out when we pass by on our walks around the town.

photos © T. Boughen     Camera: Olympus OMD E-M10

Young crows

Young birds are a common sight at the moment, be it clamouring brown starlings beseiging harassed parents, dead young blackbirds by the roadside or mallard ducklings being herded by their mother as they forage in every direction. Then there are the crows. On consecutive days we came upon these two. The first is a young jackdaw that hasn't yet shed all its downy feathers or lost its coloured gape. It let me approach dangerously close in Bosbury churchyard for my shot. So too did this young carrion crow, one of two unkempt looking youngsters calling for food from their parents. The latter wouldn't go to them when we were so close and eventually the youngsters realised this and went further away to be fed.

photo 1 © T. Boughen     Camera: Nikon D5300

photo 2 © T. Boughen     Camera: Lumix FZ1000 2