Raven seek thy brother.

A break from the eternal decorating, and a glimpse of a sunset through my loft window.
This Rook (?) had been sat there for hours calling (Cawing) all afternoon.
It was a lonesome almost plaintiff call, and I wondered if it had lost its mate.
I was reminded of a book title by Gavin Maxwell, I read many years ago.
Raven, seek they brother.
St Mary's Church , Oughtrington in the extra, also from my loft.