yes, that again

Perhaps I should just change the name of the blog to "What I Saw Outside My Window,"  or maybe something more poetic like "Through A Glass Darkly."  Which is to say that yes, I have another post about what I saw outside my window. Crows.  Lots of them, not really flying as a unit like pigeons in their endless circles, nor in long vees like migrating geese, but it didn't seem completely chaotic, either.  Within the whole, individuals would rise up and swoop down, alter position,  veer around, yet they all still flew together.  Then two or three would break off and chase each other, always with this crazy dizzy changing of altitude within the trajectory of their flight.  Their velocity changed too.  It was syncopated, like jazz; they were black notes against the sky.  I wanted to hear the song that they were flying.