Heralds of the Day?
May. 25th, 2009 05:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
qosThere is something unsettling about being awakened at dawn on Memorial Day by the raucous sounds of a large murder of crows that goes on and on and on. . . .
My apartment windows and balcony open onto a forested area, and it's not unusual for me to be awakened at sunrise by birdsong. This is the first time I've heard crows at dawn. And they've been going at it for almost an hour now.
I went out onto the balcony to try to see what has them all riled up, but they're too far back into the trees.
There's probably a perfectly reasonable mundane explanation for their excitement and noise, but there's a part of me that prefers to think of it as a chorus for the slain.
Remembering all those who gave their lives in the name of something greater than themselves. . . .
My apartment windows and balcony open onto a forested area, and it's not unusual for me to be awakened at sunrise by birdsong. This is the first time I've heard crows at dawn. And they've been going at it for almost an hour now.
I went out onto the balcony to try to see what has them all riled up, but they're too far back into the trees.
There's probably a perfectly reasonable mundane explanation for their excitement and noise, but there's a part of me that prefers to think of it as a chorus for the slain.
Remembering all those who gave their lives in the name of something greater than themselves. . . .
