Our crows
We think they are ours as they fly by our building and the bird lovers on staff invade my office to watch them fly by - a soothing ritual for our busy work day. Hundreds of crows fly east late afternoon each day. I never think about how strange it is until a new person starts in our office. Today they were momentarily thwarted by a burst of hail so they had to take a break on the roof of the TP. The weather rudely broke up our observance but once the hail stopped, the murder set back out again. Only to return tomorrow.
