A murder of crows lives in the willow tree next to our house. They feast on our compost pile. When they get bored they fly in a loop stopping in a few other neighborhood trees before returning. Now and again they start in screeching at each other like a bunch of hobos after the last bottle of rot gut. I like them just fine, but I can't help wonder why they are so secretive.
The Crow
A murder of crows lives in the willow tree next to our house. They feast on our compost pile. When they get bored they fly in a loop stopping in a few other neighborhood trees before returning. Now and again they start in screeching at each other like a bunch of hobos after the last bottle of rot gut. I like them just fine, but I can't help wonder why they are so secretive.
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