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.