Colbost House (my home in north west Skye), is ruled by a murder of hooded crows.
These rare, beautiful, but beastly birds have a system of sentries posted in each of the tall ash trees dotted around the enclosure. Every time a mere human ventures out they telegraph our presence to each other with a jarring series of croaks.
They are so bold that they terrorise the Siamese cats into giving up their lovely freshly killed rabbits.
Last week the bigger cat, Ned Smanks, young and very muscular, was hiding under the car cringing until they went away.
Since I wrote this we have decided that the hoodies are definitely becoming a real problem and we are thinking of ways to dissuade them from taking over entirely.