A ‘flock’ of crows reside in the woods by my new school – or should I say I’m a new student … they are obviously a family group, with their own inflection of sounds when they call to each other. A bit different from the dialect of the city crows near my apartment, who have a different edginess to their communication. Are the city dwellers more stressed? Or is their stridency meant to overcome the noise and confusion of the humans rushing about beneath them? Perhaps they are a ‘murder’, or a gang of crows. Are your crows in the city, Mark, because they are so wild, as you describe them?
I look for the Preserve’s crows as I cross the bridge by their wooded ground as I travel to and fro from a course in field biology on most days. Even when I’m not thinking, trying to focus/not focus on my breathing, I can’t help but notice their often playful antics, or sometimes hear their friendly calls to one another. They happily disregard us, unlike the city crows, who seem to challenge us when Dottie and I take walks through the streets and alleys.
Dottie, Buddha that she is, remains unpertubed – unless, of course, the rabbit is about!