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Sunset in the Rookery


Phew! It doesn't seem a minute since the rooks got up and now they're settling down again. Another day flies by...

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Teresa said…
I'm sure there was much more between the two actions than you say.
Lovely Sunset, Chris.
Thank you for sharing!
Chris Stovell said…
Put it this way, Teresa, if the rooks were watching me they would have quickly got fed up of seeing me at my desk all day!
Pondside said…
I'm glad that it has been a day like that for some friends. For me it was a very long, very full, very slow day!
Frances said…
Chris, it is fun to compare the pace that each of our days has taken.

This Wednesday of mine has been pretty staccato. I am happy to report that the staff and I at the shop managed to have our instruments in tune for most of the challenges.

Sleeping later than usual tomorrow on a day off. That's a different pace altogether. xo
Fennie said…
Are the days flying by the rooks, or are.......?

And where anyway do they fly by to? If you look up from your work more often than once a year you will see them flying by your window every day.

At least that's how it seems to me. But where do they go? And why? It is almost as though they are commuting which you could understand if it really was a case of another hard day raiding the farmer's pea field. But it isn't.
I can't believe it's already April. The time goes by far too fast - unless it's work hours Monday - Friday!

Word verification: didsit (which is what I need to do in front of my laptop when I get home.
Pauline Barclay said…
A superb photo. Hope all is going well with you! x
Very true.
I cannot believe it's April, nearly Easter. I think I missed the whole of the last year!

Strange you have posted this when I have been thinking about rooks and seeing them a lot as I drive up and down our lanes at the moment. They're busy collecting sticks, I presume to make their nests.

xx
sheepish said…
Hope you are settling in to your new home and that you will be very happy with your move. It was obviously very frustrating but the wait looks as if it was worth it. ENJOY
Flowerpot said…
Wonderful picture Chris - hope those rooks aren't keeping you awake!
Anonymous said…
Wow... great picture <3 thanks for sharing!

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