And Then Came the Crows

It was the owls that first woke me. Talking to each other in conspiratorial murmurs.

As the darkness faded to light they moved on and the brown thrasher took over; ever the early bird.

Soon the sharp honk of geese flying in tight formation and whooshing feathers carving air to advantage.

And then came the crows.

Another Sunday morning with the neighbors at the edge of New Hampshire woods.

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