The Rooks nests are standing up to gales in the horse chestnut behind our garden, our squawky friends don’t seem fazed by it.
Rooks
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Through the quiet places and byways
‘Where the dance of ages is playing still
Through far marches of acres wild’
The Rooks nests are standing up to gales in the horse chestnut behind our garden, our squawky friends don’t seem fazed by it.
The droves and waterways that were originally the ways of accessing the towns, villages and fields of the fens.