Branching out to a pie in the sky
It’s going to be a lovely May. I know this because the rooks are building high — as high as I have ever seen them build — right in the topmost twiggy bits. As any wise old countryman will tell you, this means there will be no more storms until their nesting season is over.
How they build nests to maintain any kind of structural integrity at that level is a mystery, but then I’m not an engineer. Or a wise old countryman, or a rook. But when rooks are nesting it means that three weeks or so from now there will be branchers — the young rooklets in the last stages of their fledging. They sit out on the branches beside their nests sniffing the wind, stretching their wings and generally preparing for lift-off. At
