Edge of Darkness Eric Clapton
Crows didn't used to come this high. Just a few years ago they started appearing in summer, their high pitched squawks drawing attention even though we were used to the myriad of voices from the ravens - the mimics. Now each summer, the crows come in large flocks, harrassing the less agressive and seemingly much wiser ravens, and kicking up a cacaphony in our quiet town. The ravens cede the territory and I miss their playful antics and much less abrasive croaks and calls.