We were all a bonny boy once......

There is a battered old Rook who lives here and looks as if he's flown through a magimix: He has chunks of his wings and tail missing and a very scarred beak. But he still flies as acrobatically as any of the more stream-lined youngsters. In fact he shows off quite a lot but he is hard to photograph because he is very cautious (except, obviously from his appearance, for one bad mistake) and this is probably why he has lived so long. I'll try to get a shot of him worthy of his dishevelled grandeur. Meanwhile, here is one of his more groomed companions caught (posing I think) in the red setting sun.