As The Crow Fries

I pull into the driveway, shut off the car, open the door and as I let the dogs out of the car I am filled with foreboding. It's that SOUND. CAW caw, CaW cAw CAW!! It's a murder of them. I whirl around and several of the trees on my street are filled with crows. Dozens of them. And they're not happy. I know from news about corvid studies that they remember human faces and can pass along to their young, who is a good human and who is not-- from past encounters. (And the young will know them later!) What are they so upset about? I scan the street but no one is about. There's nothing on the ground that could be menacing to them. So, as I survey upwards, I see it. The transformer on our block ha

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