Books — Not About Crows

Of all the books I read in 2024, three of them in particular echoed through my own work and gave me inspiration for future projects.

None of the three books were about crows or ravens.

I do realize it’s a bit late for a 2024 book review. I did mean to write this between Christmas and New Year, but I was too busy reading new books I received as gifts! Better late than never, I hope.

Ghost Trees: Nature and People in London Parish — by Bob Gilbert

I was reading this around this time last year. The trees were bare, the sky a uniform grey. In short, a time when it’s easy for an urban nature enthusiast to feel at a low ebb.

Reading this book refuelled my desire to get out there and start noticing things again. It also made me wish I could meet Bob for a coffee and chat.

The book explores the human and natural histories of the Poplar district of East London through its past and present tree populations.

I was attracted to the title of the book as it reminded me of the poplar trees that were felled at the end of our street in 2020 and still feature in my dreams and creative ideas. In fact, the first chapter of the book was about the Black Poplar trees that gave the district of Poplar its name. Vital at various points in British history for arrow making and the manufacture of matches, the black poplar faded into almost complete obscurity as wetlands were drained for development and “tidier” looking trees became more desirable for landscaping.

One of the local crows still obstinately perching on one of “their” poplar branches even after the trees had all been felled.

This book has a combination of joy, humour, and defiance that really speaks to my soul. There’s the joy and humour to be found in observing nature, however urban the setting, and the defiance of nature finding a way to thrive amid the cracks in the asphalt.

The writer, Bob Gilbert, like me, grew up in a working class urban UK neighbourhood. He really captures my own feelings about the vital importance of valuing nature in a city setting. Sometimes, in the face of local planning decisions, I feel as if no-one else cares about scraps of urban nature, so it was revitalizing to read Bob’s words.

“Much of recent nature writing, too, whilst producing wonderful expressions of wilderness, has turned its back on the urban experience. But there is a wildness in the unexpected eruption of nature into the everyday — like the kingfisher I saw this morning on the bank of an urban canal — and it is these small joys that most of us must learn to treasure, and to take them wherever we can find them. The fact is, the city is now where most of us happen to be. Sometime in 2014 the world passed the point where more than half of its population lives in urban areas. In the UK, according to the Office of National Statistics, the figure is as high as 80%. For most of us, the city is our starting point. If we are to restore any connection with nature at all, it is in the cities that we need to begin.”

Side Note: It took me several weeks to read this book — not because I wasn’t engaged, but because it was competing with Edgar for attention as my “morning coffee” book. Edgar will distract me during this reading period by (a) trying to lick the foam from my latté and (b) nudging the book if he isn’t getting enough ear rubs.

I learned so many little snippets about city trees and urban nature in general from Bob’s book that I can’t begin to list them all.

I will, however, leave you with this one fascinating piece of information with which you can impress your friends on the urban nature trails.

Most city trees have a “splash zone.” Above this zone, the tree’s bark grows mostly mosses and lichens. Below a certain line, there is a lot more algae in the mix. Why is this?

Geordie will demonstrate.


The Seabird’s Cry —  by Adam Nicolson

As the title would suggest, this book is about seabirds, not crows — but it filled my head with thoughts and insights applicable to all birds and how I see and portray them.

A copy of the book was first loaned to me by a friend in Wales after we’d been out in a boat to see puffins.

Puffins!

The book deals with ten species of seabirds, but I jumped ahead to the puffin section. That chapter was so beautifully written and gave such an affecting description of these birds that I ordered my own copy of the book so it would be waiting for me when we got home. I also made arrangements for another boat trip to see more puffins. More puffins!

Puffins are often described as “clownish” birds for their colourful beaks and clumsy gait on land, but Nicholson gives us the gift of a much wider version of their reality, with all of its drama, hardship, tension, skill and devotion.

Puffins we saw on the Farne Islands

It’s not often that Anglo-Saxon poetry (my specialty when studying English Literature many, many years ago) is referenced in a bird book (well any book, really) but there, on page 4, are lengthy quotes from both The Seafarer and The Wanderer.

Be still my beating heart!

Apart from the thrill of some Anglo-Saxon poetry, this book taught me a lot about the very essence of birds and the role they play in the human psyche.

I  also learned new words for concepts that I have tried for years to explore in my photography.

Inscendence is a word created by the American philosopher, Thomas Berry to capture the opposite of transcendence — “not moving beyond the life we know but climbing into it, looking for its kernel.”

Birds, Nicholson, argues are a gateway to the state of inscendence. Crows, ravens and keeping a close eye on the urban nature around me, is my own pathway.

Perhaps my favourite word of 2024 (and one I’d consider getting as a tattoo if I weren’t so afraid of needles) was also discovered in this book — Umwelt.

Umwelt is the window through which we perceive the world around us.

Every living organism lives in a different house of abilities, needs, priorities and perceptions and so each one necessarily looks out at the rest of the world through a different window. While humans have often believed that the view from OUR window is “reality” there are an infinite number of windows (or umwelten) — each as valid to the particular house dweller (bug, bird or person) as another.

While the Umwelt philosophy was developed in the early 20th century by Estonian biologist/philosopher Jakob von Uexküll, it seems in many ways to echo the nature-centric worldview long held by many Indigenous peoples.

Reading the book strengthened my aspirations for my crow and raven photographs. I want my work to act as a sort of periscope, enabling humans swimming along in our own sea of concerns to pop up our heads now and then and see the world from other perspectives.

Philosopher Crow — Mavis, 2017

An Umwelt Periscope, if you will …


Tell Me Everything by Elizabeth Strout

I’ve enjoyed many of Elizabeth Strout’s novels about the “unrecorded simple lives” of New Englanders, but this was the first time I felt her words inspiring my own work.

Perhaps it was the time when I was reading it, near the end of 2024. Perhaps it was the mood I was in, feeling that the details of crows’ lives were likely of no interest and/or import in the times in which we find ourselves living.

I’ve been dithering about expanding upon and republishing my book City Crow Stories, wondering if those stories are worth telling and reading. It seems unlikely that a prod in the direction of writing more would come from a novel, and yet …

Many of the characters in Tell Me Everything have been reappearing in Strout’s novels for years — Olive Kitteridge, the novelist Lucy Barton, her ex-husband, WIlliam and Bob Burgess, the lawyer. Like most of us, their lives are at once ordinary and extraordinary.

Olive wants to tell Lucy a story , she’s also uncertain, not knowing if it’s even worth telling

“Well, tell me anyway,” Lucy says, simply enough. And it was as if Lucy was speaking to me as well as Olive.

“All these unrecorded lives,” Lucy marvels, “and people just live them.”

As I do with most sentences, I can’t help inserting “crows” in place of “people.”

All of these unrecorded lives being lived (human and corvid) are important in themselves and they are the point of the stories.

I thoroughly enjoyed Tell Me Everything as a novel and finished it with the bonus of having resolved to continue my own modest foray into telling everything I know about the lives of my local crows.

And what am I reading now, to start off 2025?
My morning read is Apples on a Windowsill by Shawna LeMay — a beautifully written book about her relationship with still life paintings. My evening reading is currently the latest Ian Rankin book, Midnight and Blue.

 

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Mistletoe and Rooks

I wish I could tell you there’s a legend about rooks and mistletoe. After all, there are many beliefs surrounding mistletoe, with their origins in Druid, Roman, and Norse legends. It wasn’t until the 1700s in the UK that people took to kissing under sprigs of mistletoe at Christmas time.

Note: Kissing rooks under the mistletoe is not recommended, no matter how much eggnog you’ve consumed.

The connection between mistletoe and rooks exists only (as far as I can tell) in my own corvid-obsessed brain.

When we visited the UK in the spring of this year, I had several bird-watching goals, one of which was to see some rookeries.

Imagine my excitement during our first week of the trip when I was sure I’d spotted my first one. We were staying with friends in the beautiful Chilterns when I saw this tree in an old churchyard. Rooks’ nests, for sure!

Alas, no — mistletoe. Mind you, I was pretty excited to see this plant growing in the wild for the first time in my life having only experienced the plastic or needle-felted versions up until then.

It’s a pretty amazing plant, growing like giant disco balls amid the branches of the trees. Semi-parasitic, it acquires some food via photosynthesis while also relying on the host tree for nutrients. The sticky white berries are poisonous to humans but great food for birds.

The word “mistletoe” comes from the Old English words mistel, meaning “dung”, and tan, meaning “twig”While not an especially romantic name (especially for something you might be kissing under) it does accurately sum up how mistletoe is spread to trees by birds leaving seed-filled droppings after snacking on the berries.

You’ll be happy to hear that I did eventually find rookeries. Several of them!

Here’s the first one I spotted near Portmeirion in North Wales.

The first clue that this was, in fact, a rookery, was the presence of rooks! Lots of adult rooks and very noisy baby rooks.

It’s so interesting to see corvids raising their young in a big cooperative nursery. I’m used to the very territorial behaviour of our local nesting crows and their strict “you stay in your half a block of territory and I’ll stay in mine or there will be big trouble” approach.

Below is a large rookery that friends took me to visit on Anglesey. I have the best friends!

We saw another big rookery on a day trip to Hexham in the North East of England. On this occasion, Phillip, my cousin and her husband patiently waited for me for at least half an hour while I watched the goings-on. I also have the best relatives!

The closest I got to rooks on the ground was on a day trip to St. Abbs in Scotland, where rooks and jackdaws were flying together.

I don’t know any legends about rooks, but I do have a good anecdote.

This was told to me by an Irish man I met on the street when we were both watching an owl in a downtown Vancouver tree. He told me that, back in Ireland, his aunt had a rookery near her cottage. She felt that the rooks were unlucky so she tried to smoke them out. Unfortunately, she ended up burning down her cottage in the process so I guess, in a way, she was right …

So, have a wonderful holiday season and remember, rook-wise:

  • no kissing them under the mistletoe (or anywhere else)
  • in general, just live and let live!

And finally, Festive Greetings from the June Hunter Images Board of Directors.

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Who Is Dennis?

Well, predictably for this blog, Dennis is a crow.

He’s a young crow who’s gone through many life changes since his wild early days as a rowdy mobber of local photographers.

I first wrote about him two years ago in The Young and the Restless. 
He was hanging around with fellow feckless youth and had earned himself the nickname “Dennis The Menace” for his habit of diving at me from behind and ignoring all rules of accepted crowtiquette.

Group of crows on a fence photograph

Dennis and his gang, 2022

Group of crows on a fence photograph

Rambunctious, but already handsome

Dennis was one of Earl and Echo’s fledglings that year and he stayed with them well into the fall.

Dennis surprises his parents with a sudden jump

While some crow fledglings stick around for years, things between Dennis and his parents, particularly Earl, quickly grew fractious.

Dennis (left) and Earl (right) get into a bit of a contretemps, Oct 2022

All in all, Dennis was far too opinionated and generally full of beans to be a nest helper. By spring 2023 he’d sort of “moved out” — not too far though, just a bit down the block; the equivalent of a human teen relocating to the basement suite.

As for Dennis and I, we sorted out our differences and he learned to stop diving at my head fairly quickly. Once we’d established basic ground rules, he became one of my favourite crow models.

Dennis in a stiff breeze 2002

Dennis in snow, winter 2022-23

Dennis, Spring 2023

Dapper Dennis, it so happens, is November’s model in the 2025 City Crow Calendar.

Crow close up in profile

With the “telling crows and ravens apart” theme of the 2025 calendar, Dennis’s portrait helps illustrate the differences between crow and raven beaks and hackles.
I’m especially fond of this photo; it highlights the detail in Dennis’s immaculate feathers and, if you look closely enough, you can see Geordie and me reflected in his eye.

But back to Dennis and his coming of age.

Earl and Echo had three more fledglings in 2023 … entirely without Dennis’s assistance.

Meanwhile, our young hero found himself a mate (Diane) and really settled into his territory down the block from mom and dad.

This spring I was thrilled to hear that Dennis, like Bongo, had developed his own weirdly specific breeding season call …

For most of the local crows, the 2024 breeding season was a bit of a bust with many failed nests and precious few fledglings to show for all that work.  It looked as if Bongo and Bella were the only ones in our crowbourhood who’d managed to raise any little ones.

In mid-August Dennis and Diane finally produced two fledglings of their own. It must have been a long hot summer for them. The first nest, or even two, probably failed, so they’d have had to keep finding new locations and more and more twigs for construction. The summer was hot and dry, so keeping the precious babies hydrated and fed into late summer/fall would have been a special challenge.

But, success — all that special vocabulary finally paid off!

Dennis and Diane taking a quiet moment

Unfortunately, by September one of the two offspring had developed what looked like a bad case of avian pox, as crow fledglings often seem to do in the late summer season.

Against all odds, Dennis and Diane have kept little Tufty alive through moulting season, atmospheric rivers and this week’s bomb cyclone. It’s starting to look as if he/she might  make it to adult crow-hood.

Tufty, with a little goatee chin feather and a few remaining, but shrinking growths on the face and feet.

Other crow parents blissfully shed their parental responsibilities in September but as of yesterday (November 21) I still see Dennis dutifully feeding Tufty.

Tufty’s healthy sibling is still around too, although that one seems to be required to pull their own weight, foraging and territory protection-wise.

Tufty and sibling

Once the neighbourhood “bad boy,” Dennis has turned his reputation right around.

In two short years he’s gone from rabble-rouser to devoted dad and model citizen.

I do wonder if Dennis is ready to deal, from the parent’s perspective, with the challenging teen phase.

Well, he can always waddle/hop down the block and ask for some advice from dear old dad.

A young “know-it-all” Dennis ignoring Dad’s advice about not eating the gold paint on the fancy railings.

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