The thing about the crows.

Earworm Radio today:
Sunrise - The Bottom 99

Last night I was sitting here with the curtains still open around dusk. I noticed that the crows were back and watched what I thought was the smaller, offshoot, murder wheel around in a seemingly desultory fashion for quite awhile.
Then Oliver looked out the front and commented that “There’s so many of them that some of the trees look fully leafed”.
I got up to see, and once I could see a bigger chunk of sky, I realized that we had the whole 400 to 500 of them trying to roost across the street. I jumped up and grabbed one of the zillion sweaters laying around and went out to the porch.

It was purely nuts. There were crows everywhere. Four trees were covered, with hundreds still in the sky. Then a good portion moved to the other side of the street and started settling in, when I heard my neighbor come yelling and banging out of his back door and the whole dang flock took wing at once. The noise was spectacular. The sight was amazing, a little creepy, but mostly very awe inspiring.

There is a neat book called “Bird Brains” by Candace somebody (Wallace maybe?) that I read when I was working at the tattoo studio, primarily about corvids and how interesting they are. Subsequently, even though birds kind of freak me out, I think corvids are really, very cool.