Nature is indeed a wondrous thing, and if you keep your eyes open to this wonderful world of us, you are bound to see some pretty strange happenings.
In my previous post I wrote about the house martins wrecking my thatch roof, and it worried me a lot, as the rainy season had just started, and there are quite a few more leaks for me to plug.
So this morning I heard this very agitated birdsong on my roof, grabbed my catapult, and without giving a thought to my bare feet, I unlocked the two locks I have on my door for safety. There was a flock of birds on the roof, kwettering raucously, and pulling with vengeance on my poor thatch! But this time it wasn't only the House-martins, but a big flock of finches had seen the benefits of this handy material, and joined in the fun! I let rip with some decent sized stones, and the birds then flew to Sheila's roof, also thatched, and started their deed of destroying there.
I saw the Finches fly into the huge old Pine tree with their loot, and the House-martins underneath Bush's roof with theirs and the thought of this birdies nesting there from now on, my roof just so handy for any repair work, made my ruined hair stand on end. But then, at about ten o'clock, the two black crows that had been nesting in that tree for a few years now, returned from where-ever they went hunting, and suddenly all hell broke loose. The crows were furious, and in their kind of hoarse, earsplitting cries, they started chasing the smaller birds, whose nests were just starting to take shape. I had no sympathy because of my ruined thatch, but must admit, if I went to so much trouble building a house, and then was chased away, I would be devastated , I would need some sympathy. So I did  sympathize just a teeny bit!
I decided to get my binoculars to have a better look at what was happening in the tree, as the smaller birds were now flying around and dive bombing the crows, which in their turn made a terrible racket!
It was quite a horrible scene that met my eyes! The crows were hopping from nest to nest, grab it between their sharp beaks, then shake it until the thatch and some finer grass, and a few feathers floated down to the ground! It was such a horrible sight, and I now felt so sorry for the birds, that I shot a few nice stones up the tree, Unfortunately it did not reach high enough, and the crows just went raucously on their way of destruction!
It is seriously becoming winter now, and I have to plug all the openings where the windows and doors did not close properly. I should have had this fixed already, and did indeed do a lot of the work myself, but there are just some things that a woman alone can't do. The tree on the right is the bone of contention, and just across the road from me.