Jen and I took a walk round via Nook Lane this afternoon. As we approached the Lane Ends pub, I spotted a small group of rooks in the field opposite. Two of them were fighting rather violently (on and off), while six to eight others stood round them, watching. One of the fighting rooks clearly had the upper hand. Not that rooks have hands. When we got too close, they all flew off.
I have heard and read of (supposedly) mythical rooks' parliaments. This was certainly very like what is described—although there were clearly too few rooks to justify calling it a parliament. More of a rooks' parish council, I suppose.