When I was very small my Granddad lived in a small Yorkshire village that had a rookery in its churchyard. These were among the first birds I learnt to identify, their constant cawing fascinated me and I remember thinking how nice it would be, someday in the future, to live in a village with a rookery. Well, I made it.
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| A few Martinstown Rooks. Photo. John Elliott |
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| From my back door. Photo. John Elliott |
Be carefull what you wish for in life.
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