Caw, caw, caw. They’re big. They’re black. They’re raucous. We don’t have resident crows in my neighborhood – maybe not even in the city, but they are a migratory species. I heard one this morning – caw, caw, caw. I looked out at the trees beyond the front deck and finally identified the crow in question – midway up the Elm tree in the front yard. Presently, another came to join it. Then a flurry of wings, and another half-dozen came. It was a murder.
They are undoubtedly on their way back to their usual haunts – Colorado, perhaps. I have seen them there before, but they are at home in other western, north American states too. I left on an errand, and when I got back around 1:30PM, they were gone.