I was camping at Hardhurst Farm in the Hope valley in the Peak District. It was a damp, misty morning. At first light I was woken by these noisy birds. I watched, bleary eyed, as they wheeled above the campsite. On sunny days the cries of Jackdaws always seem to me to be full of fun and playfulness. But on this misty autumn morning there was something foreboding about their display.

They had all but disappeared before I managed to get the camera on them, and I only caught the last stragglers as they left for their days’ adventures.