Crows in Rows

This is one of our favourite times of year at Hawker’s Pot, when rangy young crows come out on the lawn with their parents. These young crows, though barely distinguishable from their elders, still seem to find flying a bit of a trial: when the parents lift up lazily for a short-hop flight to somewhere else on the lawn, the youngsters all peg it along the ground after them. It puts a smile on our faces, as we set down our thesauri and dictionaries for a moment and watch them. But then, by the next time we look up, the whole family has disappeared again into the green secrecy of the trees.