Magot pie

It will have blood, they say. Blood will have blood.
Stones have been known to move, and trees to speak.
Augurs and understood relations have
By magot pies and choughs and rooks brought forth
The secret’st man of blood.—What is the night?

Not my favouritest of birds, but I quite like a couple of the photos I got of this maggie today.

Takumar Bayonet 135/2.5; I think wide open; K-30.

Bettr; Flickr.