I WAS amused to read columnist Harry Mead’s account of how his wife looks after the rooks in their garden (Echo, June 3).
Our feathered friends are a delight at this time of year.
When I was a boy in the Forties, the front of our house looked out on to a neighbouring orchard and to hear the sound of birdsong was a regular feature. It issued a glad-to-be-alive feeling.
LD Wilson, Guisborough, East Cleveland.
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