Colm O'Regan: We should be mucking about in the woods throughout our lives
Colm O'Regan: In October, the forest floor is a tapestry. Picture: Denis Minihane.
Crows. You absolutely have to hand it to them. They always seem to have a sense of purpose. Watch a crowd of them land in the stubble of a grain or corn field this time of year. It’s business. Pigeons seem flappy. Crows ‘got this’. People talk about starlings and the mesmerising shapes of their murmuration. But they seem aimless, arty-farty. Look at a giant flock of crows, they’re like rush hour. Up to something. With starlings it’s ‘vibes’. With crows it’s the ‘hustle’. Organised.
And they organised themselves right onto a load of acorns we planted in corners of the farm I grew up on. They dug most of them up. We hadn’t protected them properly. It’s like when you leave the car unlocked and your small change is gone. What did we expect?
