Fields here have been blanketed with snow, and the ground frozen rock-hard, for four days now, so these are tough times for birds like rooks, that normally feed on soil invertebrates. This one has been visiting the garden every day, using that pick-axe beak to hack away at balls of dough, fat and cheese. It's very cautious in this confined space, surrounded by hedges and trees, which isn't perhaps surprising for a bird that normally feeds in wide open spaces with a clear field of view. It never hangs around for very long.
When sunlight glances off those black feathers they have a lovely green iridescence.
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