|The crow in the backgaround is cawing to others.|
"Didn’t Miranda tell you?”
“No ... I didn’t hear or thing, not even the police.”
"That is because it was a murder of crows. I have been waiting a long time to get a place for that joke."
After Richard took the meat off of the deer he put the remains of the deer, including the rib cage on the soil in their raised garden.
|Four in a a row -- ready to say the blessing?|
Crows and magpies together.
I ran for my camera, wanting to get the best pictures available.
I sat for a while on the edge of one of the garden beds and snapped pictures to my heart’s delight.
Then I wanted shots that were lower.
I tucked myself up and sat down between the beds, my back propped against one of them and my feet against the other.
|When this picture is bigger, I can see the front crow tugging on a piece of meat|
Too uncomfortable to take a picture now I tried to unfold which is when I realized I might have made a mistake getting into that position.
Having recently watched an episode of Law and Order where one of the policewomen got herself out of a difficult situation, I wiggled and squirmed as she had and finally fell out onto the lawn.
Then I picked up my camera and start getting more snaps of the crows.
|... old moose head observes eager magpie ...|
Later in the day I tried to take more pictures. Not one crow would land. Some would do fly overs but all of them stayed in the air. I had to figure out what was different.
|crows swoop overhead but are afraid to land|
I am there with my camer
and wishing I didn't look like a scarecrow.
I was sitting further away from the garden bed, and in a longer coat, but the wind was blowing now and my platinum hair was flying all over the place – in my eyes, in my mouth – a strong wind, maybe 40 miles an hour.
I can see that in another life, I am going to make a good scarecrow.