Spent the last couple of days in the country and both today and yesterday I saw the same rather eery sight. There's a dead larch at the bottom of the valley, next to the mill-stream. This morning and yesterday morning perched atop the grey, skeletal tree was a pitch-black cormorant, neck arched, hooked beak tucked into its chest. Occupying the feathered branches below were three herons, floating in the mist like ghostly pale question marks. Finally, the middle branches were crowded with a group of restless rooks that each time took flight as soon as they saw me. The cormorant and herons however remained, patient and aloof, disdainful of my presence.
A strange sight to see once, let alone twice. What could it mean? Only this evening has the awful message become apparent: Kandy Rain to be ejected. Strange and portentous days, people.