I painted this tiny picture about a year ago. I think I copied an old illustration. He just seems to have such a cheeky character. With his great beak, ready to sever your fingers if you are not careful. I think of him planning and plotting, soaring high above his roosting site while he is getting ready to settle down to sleep, or joining his group in the nearby fields. I don’t remember what a group of crows are called, but I think rooks are a “murder”, but I might be misremembering.
So that’s this tiny painting, if he had a name? Reginald…..