We have a coven of crows near where I live and every evening, just before sunset, they become very active. It’s at this point in time that I normally take a short walk, and I see them and hear them–really, REALLY hear them–as they circle around, cawing at each other (or no one in particular). And it’s in these moments that I totally get why a large group of them is also sometimes called a “murder” of crows.
As the Crow Flies …
innocent bystander 
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