A Jack ack daw alarm clock

This is how I’ve been getting rudely awoken every morning this month.

By 200 plus ack jacking clattering jackdaws.

Less than a stone throws away from my bedroom window.

Not that I would throw a stone of course.

At the infuriating dinfully delightful little fluckers.

I suppose you could call it an early daws daw (n) chorus (or cackoffphony)

Vid & Chonic Lack of Sleepfulness: Ian Nisbet


Chimney Pot Jackdaws

Young jackdaws on the chimney pots across the road from the back garden.

Chattering. Chuntering. Cuddling. Squabbling. Kissing. Flyjoying.

(plus crow causing chimney consternation)

Filming: Haze Brown; Vid: Ian Nisbet

Jackdaws settling for bed

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

The Rooks Flyjoy

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