Just as the title says, I used to live in the country….the woods, if you will. Maybe that is why, after almost 40 years, I still look for a piece of nature whenever I venture outside. I never cared much for crows until I saw a documentary a couple years ago…can’t say I didn’t care for them; I just never thought much about them. One day in a tall tree across the road from our house, crows started flying in and roosting. I listened as a great sound of caws echoed over the neighborhood. Then there was complete silence as the crows still sat there. Then one crow would caw. Perhaps two would caw after. It was like they had gathered for a town meeting. After about fifteen minutes of this strange ritual, a few crows flew off, followed by a few more at a decent interval until there were only three remaining. It was as though they were leaving in order by rank.
I realized there were more to crows than landing on a piece of roadkill. Since then, when I see crows, I watch and listen. This photo appeared that the two crows were looking at the same thing and discussing it amongst themselves.
This is my first attempt at a blog and hopefully, I can make it succeed. Now that I am living on pavement instead of the Maine countryside, I will try to write something that will appeal to both.