Tuesday, 16 February 2010

Crow Country

Oh to be in England......

Feb 14th - watching part of the 30,000 rooks gathering at dusk before roosting en masse in woodlands near River Yare in Norfolk. A clamour of rooks! 

Crow Goes Hunting by Ted Hughes

Decided to try words. 

He imagined some words for the job, a lovely pack-
Clear-eyed, resounding, well-trained, 
With strong teeth. 
You could not find a better bred lot. 

He pointed out the hare and away went the words 
Crow was Crow without fail, but what is a hare? 

It converted itself to a concrete bunker. 
The words circled protesting, resounding. 

Crow turned the words into bombs-they blasted the bunker. 
The bits of bunker flew up-a flock of starlings. 

Crow turned the words into shotguns, they shot down the starlings. 
The falling starlings turned to a cloudburst. 

Crow turned the words into a reservoir, collecting the water. 
The water turned into an earthquake, swallowing the reservoir. 

The earthquake turned into a hare and leaped for the hill
Having eaten Crow's words. 

Crow gazed after the bounding hare
Speechless with admiration. 


  1. Wow, what an amazing colour of sky in that first photo! Your year of photos is off to an impressive start!

  2. I have a fascination with crows...they are so darkly brilliant. They stand up for themselves, defending to the death against much larger foe. They have amazing memories, are completely tactless, natter at those who annoy them, and unabashedly claim whatever bright and shiny thing they want for themselves. I think I'm fascinated because I wish I could be a little more like them.


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