When I'm at the computer I look out on these crows' nests, perched precariously in the tops of these tall trees.
A closer view of the heap of twigs that passes as home to the crow chicks. They manage to survive all the buffetting of the March gales and are only occasionally blown down. The chicks or eggs in these nests have been whipped about during the past week. I bet they're glad to feel the wind abating!