Monday, 25 April 2011
A few dozen stand in the field sheltered from the wind by a four foot high hedge.
One crow jumps straight up aided by a quick flap, fully opens its wings and is caught by the Westerly and sent soaring in a great loop up and backwards and down again. As it approaches the ground it glides forwards, protected once more by the hawthorn barrier, and lands close to where it initially jumped, completing a great circle.
Another crow does the same.Then another. Sometimes one at a time, sometimes in pairs, the crows play with the wind.
Why? They make no attempt to get over the hedge - they’re simply having fun.
Makes a pleasant change from pecking at road-kill or teasing my dog, I suppose.
And this made me wonder: what did dinosaurs do for fun?
Which in turn made me think: I really need more sleep. The petty-death has eluded me for several nights. I’ve tried warm milk, vigorous exercise, counting sheep, moderate amounts of alcohol, reading, writing (mostly drivel) and hot baths. Any suggestions?