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Murder

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.

 

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Taken on July 9, 2009