Saturday, 13 March 2010

rain-sweet crows

So someone had left a sweetie necklace hanging on a bush, or was it a gift to the ancient fairie folk? Then I stalked a whole posse of crows along the beach- yes I said posse- they were walking along pecking at low tide bugs, the ones at the back of the gang -posse, whatever - would take turns and fly to the front, the whole group -gang- moved along slightly faster than I could creep up on them. Then they were gone, one shot of the whole flock- hover, murder-  in flight was all I got. Crows are great.

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