I’ve posted quite a few films of the rooks/jackdaws that fly into town every night.
This is what they were up to last night. Hundreds of them circling and dancing around, totally appropriating the sky above.
As if showing off. As if not wanting to go to bed.
And then, just as the evening turns dimpsy, they turn in, furiously rocketing into the alders, squawking and squabbling over who gets the best branch to sleep on.
This was one of the best ‘flyjoys’ I’ve witnessed here.
Words & Vid: Ian Nisbet