Boredom - a stairway to inspiration

On rooks, snowdrops, the dreams of animals, and being content with empty time.

It’s slightly intimidating walking into our yard at the moment. The beech tree overhead is loaded with the dark shapes of rooks staring down in utter silence. Rooks breed early in the year, and I’ll soon be watching them build their nests in the trees opposite. Last season’s nests, due to the storms we’ve had recently, have all been blown to bits. It ma…