Fledgling Song

I be woken up this morning by the feeding call of a rooklet. Aah says I. Spring have finally come despite all this cold and the grass not growing and stuff.

I have described the demented klaxon of a hungry rooklet before.

....And here it have started up again. Aah Bless. All baby birds want their food. At the moment the ground is dry again. Perhaps the juicy, chewy things be more scarce which is what has drawn Mama Rook and child to the bird feeders. Certainly badger or fox have turned the ground underneath like a ploughed field.