Angry mama or terrified baby? I’m really not sure. It perched with swiveling head on a nearby branch, far lower than I’ve seen the adults before. The little face seemed downy still, and the tail feathers barely span the branch. Yet, it still seemed much larger than I would have expected from the nestling picture just a few days ago.
At least six crows were screetching and swirling around. One even seemed to dive directly at it, before veering off again. It swooped, in sudden quick flight, back to the nesting tree.
It clung to trunk a few minutes, as the crows melted away, then silently slid back into the hollow tree.
Rambling ... 