so, finally, i went outside to investigate....
crows!
when i first stepped out our back door, a treetop in our neighbor's backyard appeared to be the primary hostess for the crow congregation. which would explain why the flight path sounded as if it was directly over our roof. yet, just a handful of minutes later, the crows resettled their murder (yes, indeed, this is what a group of crows is called) in the treetops across the street. as i watched, they streamed back and forth between the two competing trees, cawing loudly for followers.
i'm not particularly fond of crows, although i know they are highly intelligent and revered by many. they are not delicate birds. their voice is harsh. they are not colorful, in the sense of having a variety of hues. even the sunlight doesn't turn their darkness into an iridescence, which sometimes happens with black.
but i decided, on this morning, to be awed by them. it turns out that one crow is not, to me, a thing of beauty. but a murder of crows is lovely indeed.
