Crow Carousel

Also seen from the big windows, but nowhere near as lovely

Monday, Alan, his fiance, the boss, and I were talking in the living room...the big windows were playing my favorite show...the great outdoors.

The creeper crew, come by to clean up some well-aged venison

Up flew a crowd of crows, maybe half-a-dozen or seven or so. They were a tight-knit little flock, not at all what you usually see with corvids.

There was a crow's nest up in the hedgerow this spring...it was fun to watch the crows drive herds of turkey vultures away from the meadow...there is a flat Bambi down on the Thruway and they often stop by to dine..... while grackles dive-bombed the crows.

 I'll bet these were the fledglings, just out for first flight.

The wind was gusty and blustery, whipping around the house in a whirl. The great black birds used the spot where the winds come back together, not quite a lee, but more  an invisible whirlpool of spinning air, to perform a crow ballet.

I know crows CAN be beautiful, the shine of the sun on a wing, the whisper of pumping feather edges as they row by...but this was stunning. 

They tumbled and twirled and danced and swirled, one over the other and then under, like a great big merry-go-round, crow ballet. A veritable spinning ball of birds.

Then they lifted over the edge of the yard and were gone.

Crows as poets....who knew?