a muster of crows

a muster of crows

roosting on the water tower --

storytelling time

A muster of black crows have been flocking every evening to the biggest tree in town, the blue water tower. Dozens of intelligent corvids line up along the circular railing like voyagers on a ship, waiting for the sun to set so the storytelling can begin. Perhaps it will be a murder mystery, since these scavengers are keen on anything to do with dead bodies. And what would we do without them to clean up our road kill?

black ice on the pond

black ice on the pond –

wild geese swim in a circle

of open water

A freeze last night laid down a skin of thin, black ice. The thin ice forms vertical crystals that reflect less light, making it appear black. The Canada geese have not moved on. This morning they are swimming in a circle of water kept open by their swimming. In the afternoon it rains, the thin ice melts and the geese are joined on the shore by a few scavenging crows.