“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.
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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