There were several dozen crows circling my house when I got home yesterday. I'd've taken a picture, but the crows seem to congregate just as the light is failing. Black quote-marks high in the branches of my big walnut tree. Lined up on the wires. Perched en mass on top of the yellowing alder across the street, and like Halloween decorations in the cypresses.
And not quietly. Cawing their fuckin' heads off. Just like this. Only multiplied by twenty.