An extremely raucous murder of crows in the neighborhood this morning is reminding me of lines from a poem by E. B. White: “In their assemblies at the edge of town, / Crows introduce resolutions, then vote them down.”
An extremely raucous murder of crows in the neighborhood this morning is reminding me of lines from a poem by E. B. White: “In their assemblies at the edge of town, / Crows introduce resolutions, then vote them down.”