Jackdaws aren’t endangered—at least not in my garden. They’ve claimed our oak tree as their hangout spot and start chattering at dawn, only quieting down when night falls. They’re remarkably clever and constantly find new ways to outsmart my efforts to feed the smaller birds. At this point, the garden has basically become their private dining room.
They also like to make it clear that the garden belongs to them, strutting around proudly even when there’s no food to snatch.
The oil painting on canvas (30 × 40 cm) depicts them inspecting the grounds.
