There are a lot of crows on the farm, usually I dread them at lambing time. They seem to lurk around new borns, waiting for the boon of fresh placenta. I sometimes wonder if there is something more sinister and that they wait for an opportunity to pluck the eyes of said newborns - I am yet to witness this. They do however have a merry feast over dead lambs. For this reason I began to loathe them where before I hadn't. Oh, they also very cannily spy out the chickens fresh laid eggs and nab them if I'm not quick. Bloke went on a bit of a crow rampage at one point and we dubbed him the crow cowboy. But now I'm not so sure that my venom is warranted. I enjoyed reading this and did take the time to check on a fledgling crow squatting quite calmly and naively on the drive eying me as keenly as I eyed it - all was fine. The other day I spotted a pair ripping up old carpet presumably for nest building purposes. Perhaps a more considered Naturalist in the making, in the looking.