A Murder of Crows

Ann H GabhartAnn's Posts, One Writer's Journal 6 Comments

  Crows squawked raucously in the trees. It sounded like they were tearing something apart, something they didn’t even want, just for the fun of destroying it. ~Janet Fitch The last two mornings when I was our early walking my dogs I’ve seen a number of crows fly from the west to the east. One other day I’ve seen them …