I have lived in Devon since December 1995. My neighbours moved in a week or so before me. Their garden has some very large trees, huge old trees, that supported a rookery. Every year the rooks raised their chicks and created a racket, shat on my car and created merry hell when a buzzard came within a mile. What noisy buggers they were, but priceless. Old maps showed ‘Rookery’ where my neighbour’s trees are. Now they are gone! The rooks, not the trees. The neighbours smoked them out, probably, lighting huge fires under the trees. How sad! People are very poor at living and let live.