
This because it has the human characteristic of appearing either to be in charge of the place or to own it. When not on top of a tree, as he is shown here, as it happens on the topmost branch of the highest tree in the Grove, it struts up and down on the grass like a big black chicken looking for worms. Whether this is the same crow that I have described in previous years, I cannot tell, but I like to think that it is. Sometimes it is joined by another crow, which is manifestly less assertive. I have described this one in the past as Mrs Crow, on accountof its sweeter temperament. As it happens Mrs Crow was on the same tree, when I took this photograph but on a much lower branch and looking modestly downwards, so that I was unable to capture her in the same frame.
Left-over mashed potato, shaped to form a cake and fried on both sides until golden brown, and surmounted by a fried egg, is a beautiful a thing. So beautiful that when ever we have mashed potatoes, there is always extra for this purpose on the following day.
Today is a still day and a perfume of distant bonfire and wet leaves hangs in the air.
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