Murder
The crows in North Beach roll in like a loosely knit biker gang, whooping and hollering to one another, dive bombing cats and scaring the shit out of the local birds. They post up on a hilltop and screech out into the valley below, until all of their brethren have arrived, then...WHOOSH! Off to the next town.
2 comments:
Love your posts, keep 'em coming!!
Thanks Doug!
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