There is a large tree next to the church in Newtyle that is home to at least two hundred jackdaws. Or ravens. Or crows. Whatever – they’re large black jobs. Early in the morning there is a mass exodus from the tree as they head out for a day of loitering, harassment, scrounging and mischief-making. In the evening they all return with much dodging and wheeling and aerial tom-foolery. There is often a large game of tag with the starlings from the tree in the neighbours garden and then they all settle down for the night. These two images were shot one evening as they all returned to roost.