It is a bright and beautiful morning, the sky is blue, virtually cloudless ans the sun is shining. The weatherman has promised us more rain, but for now the garden is full of flowers, the sun is shining and both lift the spirits. The river has swollen so greatly that it has overflowed its banks. The lane down by the bridge is flooded as are the fields at the end of the garden.
The ducks who by now are usually at the window waiting to be fed are happily swimming on the newly flooded fields. The water must have caused many worms to surface thus giving the ducks a feast.
Early this morning I watched more than a dozen crows descend on the orchard between our garden and the field, they were very noisy and flew in quickly one after the other. I think the name for a gathering of these birds is a quarrel of crows and it certainly suited them this morning. Eventually they departed, but one left rather later than the others, one wing had several flight feathers missing and I wondered if he had suffered an injury during the noisy quarrelsome meeting I had witnessed.
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