An extract from my Seasons Journal: ‘Trees are slowly shifting from pale orange at the top down to green on their lower branches. The fields have now been tilled and are brown and empty and there are no cows, only rooks. I am guessing they are rooks because of the proverb: “A crow in a crowd is a rook. A rook on its own is a crow.” Rooks are meant to have grey-white faces, thinner beaks and peaked heads. Carrion crows are black with blunted beaks and are solitary birds. To be frank it is hard to tell if they are crows or rooks across the damp, misty fields but the cawing is quite haunting.’ Wondering what this project is all about? Have a look at this entry.

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