I opened the back door early this morning to hear the funny voiced crow that lives in the copse at the back and the soft melodious sound of owls. They must be the barn owls. Yesterday as I put the food out for the birds, I noticed later on that there were a host of the large black crows with their white beaks. Hungry after winter, ready for mating and bringing new young into the world. My friend said that there had been a large 'meeting' of crows a few days ago. I have only been present at one 'parliament' of crows, up on Bath Race Course as they crowded the railings. BBC seems to be having a bit of a Alfred Hitchcock moment, Psycho for a start though I never watch scary films. I did like the advert when the cat is creeping up on the dog in the shower and then rips the shower curtain to shreds.
Then of course the poor man's peacock for the garden, the beautifully feathered pheasant for the peasant!