The speculating rooks

Over the land filled with snow half thawed
The speculating rooks at their nests clawed
And saw from elm tops, delicate as flowers of grass
What we below could not see, winter pass.

There's still not much sign of life in these trees although we are much nearer to spring than in Edward Thomas's 1916 poem. A big nest can be seen in the photo but the crows (or rooks) are a bit camera shy today.
Still at home so another back door blip.