The last thing I heard before I fell asleep was the crow on a late evening reccy for food. First thing I hear each morning is the crow on the roof of the building opposite that she uses as a perch across from the tree with her nest in. She sits out there and I hear her, open my eyes and if the curtain is open I see her sat there making all the racket.The pair returned to this same nest and started building before a leaf was there to hide them. Trees go from nothing to full leaf in a few weeks and now they work all day to feed the young.
Some don't see much in the town but even the least observant work obsessed must hear the noise.
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