“Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary…”
I did not intentionally trick you into thinking I was referring to the musical groups, OR DID I?
OK, yes I did, hee hee. Sorry.
And sorry for the uninspired Poe reference.
I don’t know about other parts of the country, but we here in Carlsbad are being INUNDATED with crows.
Actually, I think they’re really ravens, but I’m not sure.
There are SO many that it’s now a topic of conversation and everyone stops to take pics when they fly back to wherever they roost in the late afternoon just before sundown.
It’s like an end-of-the-world scenario. Or a Hitchcock movie.
Yesterday, I heard an amazingly loud cacophony, ran upstairs, and took a series of photos.
Some people, like my aunt, used to call them, “miserable crows” but I like them.
I know crows/ravens/whatever they are, are highly intelligent creatures.
I know that wolves and ravens have a social and mutually beneficial relationship.
Plus, even though my tugboat man strongly disagrees, (‘cos what guy will ever admit he’s lost), but I KNOW that a crow/raven guided us back to our campsite at Joshua Tree National Park. One lone bird stayed with us while we were off-trail wandering through the big rocks, and finally flew only when we were safe.
Can you count the crows? Or ravens?
In all the trees as far as the eye can see, a murder of crows or a congress of ravens. Whatever. All I know for sure is that there are a shitload of birds here. A little after school learning going on. The birds are coming, the birds are coming! Who’s up for a soccer game?
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