Serenaded by a Murder of Crows

Jan 1

Thirty-two crows squawked in a cacophonous uproar as they settled in our backyard maple, then rose in unison and flew away. It was 7:24 AM on January 1st. They were our first birds of the new year.

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Molly Bradshaw

Jan 1

Love this! How fun to find the symbolism in your morning visitors! Happy New Year!!

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