The Gathering of the Jackdaws

THE GATHERING OF THE JACKDAWS . . . Twice a day the Jackdaws gather in their thousands in that same old tree It is as if they only gather just for a good old natter and a bit of repartee Standing in the garden you see them flying in their groups from overhead Thousands - hundreds and the late comers who have just got out of bed The last ones in make me laugh - squawking as if to say do not forget me Then a silence descends - just what is going on in there I just cannot see It is as if inside that tree the chief Jackdaws have a gathering of the clans To talk about the local farmers then to discuss the rest of the day’s plans It is no more than an hour you will get to see them all flying off in groups Then it is all over till about 7 o’clock and again they are all back in swoops I really admire their kith and kinship it is far greater than ours can ever be But - it never stops me thinking just what the ‘eck is going on in that tree Indiana Shaw . . . ; )