Crow IslandWild West Yorkshire nature diary, Friday 21st May 1999
LIKE LONG JOHN SILVER, a Crow with an injured foot limps along the arc of silt in the river shallows, scanning the strand line with a quizzical glint in its eye. Lame it may be, but it flies off easily over the rapids, where flecks of pollution foam sparkle in the afternoon sun.
Currant galls have been blown to the ground along with the tassels of male oak catkins.
Willow Warblers are singing, they must outnumber Chiff Chaffs by at least ten to one. Despite the rushing wind we still pick up the nasal wheeze of the Greenfinch. Goldfinches seem to be hanging around in argumentative groups rather than in pairs.