Trees bear birds...

...and fields sprout geese.

That tree on the front has a jackdaw on every bough. They were roosting I guess. I had the wrong lens on the camera so I could not get a close up. All the time, some were landing and others were taking off, all of them calling.

The next day - I had to go back as I had left my headphones by Kairos - jackdaws were rising from the woodland on my right as I walked down the track. They rose in fits and starts, like steam from coffee. Those right above me wheeled away and crossed the track further down. Then, strangely, a whole cloud of them was circling above me. Some, in pairs, seemed to be fighting or playing.

I was, head upturned, enchanted. And then I heard the geese. They flew over in large groups, calling loudly.

I saw they had all landed in a field and were grazing, a great clamorous mass of them.

As I sat by the tree, some hugely loud plane flew over - it must have been low. The geese rose in an instant, honking in a panic and flew in a deafening mass to safety on the reservoir.

It is funny. The geese are wild, but they don't feel wild... unlike the geese in northern places, you can walk relatively close to them at times. They seem familiar... more familiar even than the garden birds. I wonder why that is?