As sure as the crow flies. Or the raven. Biggie. Bigger.
I wish we would get a murder of crows here, nesting in our trees. As many of you know, they are my favorite, smarty-smarty bird. Whenever I think of a murder of crows, though, I think of some dark, back alley, with them in their dark overcoats and fedoras, smoking cigars. How they got the […]
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