There was frost on the kudzu this morning but at least the sun was bright. The birds all slept in, except for a flock of crows that commenced an exceptional racket when I was about halfway through my walk. I tried to follow the sound, hoping I could see what had them so excited, but they kept moving just ahead of me. In fact, I never actually saw a single crow. They were like noisy spirits in the treetops.
Le corbeau et le renard, Jean Ignace Isidore Gérard, 19th century. (If you don't remember the fable, it's here.)
Hi M -- Yes, they are like spirits! And their cousins the blue jays, which have always seemed to me to be the gangbangers of the avian world.
ReplyDeleteA couple of years ago we had outbreaks of West Nile virus, which killed off most of the crows. They're coming back now. I actually missed them.
There's something scary-lovable about them, isn't there? They all have a bit of Brando in them, as well as something demonic.
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