Hey, remember the last time I blogged about crows? Back then I was just on one of their commuting routes. But my present job happens to be very near their roosting grounds around Still Creek and Willingdon. Until recently it was still dark when I left work, so I had so I walked past, oh, a couple of thousand crows, I’d say, settled in the trees along Gilmore Ave. And that’s just a suburb of Crow Central. There was no way to avoid walking under them, so I used to pull the hood of my jacket up, afraid of getting shat on. Which hasn’t happened so far, but I’m not keen on tempting fate.
But the days are getting longer and a few times this week I’ve been able to get out of work early enough to see all the zillions of crows on the last leg of their commute, resting on trees, roofs, power lines or any convenient spot. And then, without warning, take off again like a swarm of, well, screechy black birds.
