Here’s a shot from a past jaunt away in Klaus the Knaus. The metal sculpture, ‘Rook with a Book’ is on the estuary at Fowey. My son won’t remember it but he would recall the nattily named ice cream parlour, ‘Game of Cones’ that is nearby.
I’ve got a bit of a thing about the crow family, Covidae, as the Roman’s would have called them. It includes the obvious candidates: rooks, choughs, magpies and jackdaws. But I’ve just found out that nuthatches are part of the clan too. In my book they’re all such handsome buggers and really smart as well.
Once, I watched one creating a larder, burying its food on a campsite. Let’s hope that no-one had pitched their tent over it when he came back feeling a bit peckish. They’re friendly too . I had a lovely chat with a crow the other day who was sitting on one of the barred windows at work. Our ‘residents’ probably feed him so he probably knows that he’s onto a good thing hanging around humans, even those who’ve had a brush with the law.
One of the things that I’ve learnt recently is that crows sometimes leave gifts for humans. I read on Facebook that had left over a tenner in coins for a lucky recipient. Someone speculated as to whether there was more to this than an appreciation for shiny objects. Did the bird realise that money had intrinsic value for us guys? Another commentator was far more down to earth. Could the person’s feathered friend be taught to recognise twenty pound notes!