Jackdaws are back. Been back a few weeks now.
At least 200. Maybe 300.
Around 40 sit in the silver birch, getting themselves settled for bed.
Not wanting to go to bed too soon.
Waiting. Preening. Sitting and waiting. Cleaning. Chattering.
I was waiting too. For them all to take off, in a big flyover flock off around the town.
But that didn’t happen tonight.
They peeled off the birch in ones and twos.
To rocket into their roost.
The car park behind us is where they sleep.
All 200/300 of them.
Barely a stones throw from my bedroom window.
Not that I would throw a stone at them of course.
(when they wake me up at the crack of dawn)
Vid & Words: Ian Nisbet