This evening, I took Molly for her walk just as light was fading. Suddenly, the sky overhead was filled with a raucous,
cacophonous, swirling mass of crows preparing for their nightly roost. For several minutes I stood, watching order
arise out of chaos as birds flew in from all points of the compass, drawn to
the trees lining the River Eden. I can’t say that I’ve ever really listened to
the chattering of the highly social birds before, but tonight, it felt as if I’d
stumbled into a dormitory of highly excited children on their first night away
from home
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