A Murder In My Yard

The other morning there was a murder in my front yard -- a murder of crows that is.  It was early, just as the sun was coming up, and the birds were actually so loud that Oggy wouldn't leave the house.  Truth be told, the sound was a tad unnerving.  I had to reassure myself that a house is much more sturdy than say, a phone booth, should angry birds decide to attack.

The dark crows silhouetted against the morning winter sky were really beautiful.  But within five minutes, all the commotion and noise had flown away.

My pictures don't capture the quantity of birds in all the surrounding trees, so you'll just have to believe me when I tell you there were hundreds.  And that's no exaggeration.