Gulmarg, Kashmir. A cable car takes you up, one of the highest journeys in the world. 13,000 feet high. As you go above the tree line the last of the leafless silhouettes fades away. Now there is nothing but a land of snow and rock and cloud and a blue sky above. Not too far away is the round form of a bunker and beyond that is only the peaks of the Pir Panjal and the border of India.
Yet, even in these rarefied heights where you need to acclimatise to remain, there is a bright eyed crow, perched on a pole, watching the tourists with an air of what are you doing here in my domain.