We’ve all seen them, the nests at the top of spindly trees, and it is said that if the crows build their nest at the highest possible point, then we’re in for a hot summer.
Looking out of the kitchen window this morning, I saw a crow with something large in its mouth perched on the roof of the property opposite.
I didn’t think much of it, as crows aren’t exactly my favourite bird, with their beady black eyes and toenail beaks. But they are Nature’s dustbins and clean up patrols as you always see them on carcasses of road-kill victims.
I watched it fly off to a nest I hadn’t noticed before. It’s the only one in this particular tree, and the crow was busy so I wondered if maybe it had babies and the object in its beak was food rather than building materials.
I’ve looked it up in one of my books, and the breeding season is about now for corvids:
Image from google
Last year, Hubby and I found a small blue-ish speckled eggshell on the ground in the original Avenue and thought it to be that of a starling or blackbird. Looking at crow’s nest images, it may well have actually been a crow’s egg.
Images above from google.
Photos: taken by me in June 2015.