This post is an update on the observations of last night.
Last night was a great departure from the weather of the previous four weeks. There has been an unprecedented period of settled calm, warm and dry conditions. It has only rained once overnight in all of those days, this has filled my tank of vitamin d and given me a much appreciated colour on my skin.
At 4am this morning the deluge began, I know this because our roof gutters don’t cope with excessive water being dumped on them. The overflowing drops splashing on to the plastic window sills below aroused me from my death-like sleep. This continued for over an hour and at best I managed to doze until it finally dissipated close to 5am.
Meanwhile in the garden our two struggling crows were gamely braving the torrential downpour without the benefit of a roof over them.
We surfaced gently into the day, me at 8:30 and my better half at 9:30. After a slow dressing and a relaxing breakfast out in one of our favourite hideaways we slid back home after lunchtime. Fridays for us are a relaxing affair, kids at school and no work to be concerned with we pretty much do as we please, it is lovely.
After breakfast we wandered around one of those stores that sell all manner of interesting furniture, art and crafty items. We left with a new jazz cd and a satisfied feeling.
It was when we returned to the car to go on the dreaded school run that we saw it, over in the corner under my much treasured birch tree with legs pointing skyward was crow one. That was not the moment to address the deceased creature as our returning daughter trumped the unfortunate bird.
Safely back home and little miss deposited indoors my son and I unceremoniously disposed of the already fly ridden corpse. We did a quick recce and established that crow two was still very much alive.
It is impossible to say what befell our garden companion, any one of a dozen possibilities are hovering around from a cat to pneumonia. Ultimately it makes no real difference, the nurture and care that built a nest, laid the eggs, incubated and hatched them. Fed this little chick and tirelessly cared for it until it was able to fly the nest had come to nothing. The parents were now helpless, they could do nothing more, such is life in the world of nature!
After dinner we were outside again.
We completed our little section of garden and smoothed off the last section of concrete. All the while we had been working there was the constant cackling of crows. From the roof, the fence, the trees all around our garden the rising chorus of crows reverberated. It seemed as if their collective voices had one purpose…..to see this remaining baby make it.
Just as we covered the concrete with a plastic sheet to protect it from the already falling rain something incredible happened. From the far off corner a black figure emerged, flapping and airborne, he had managed to overcome the odds and reach the world of the air dwellers.
Crows mate for life, they live in a socially inclusive group of extended family that pull in and protect from all comers.
This murder of crows had rallied around two of their own to feed, encourage and protect. Sadly the outcome was 50% successful, but happily one has joined the group in their journey upon this planet.
We only succeed when those entrusted to us do, we must be invested in each and everyone succeeding!