A Murder of Crows on Drexel St.
Every evening, I ride my bike in the early twilight down Drexel St., where the tall trees are plagued with miseltoe infestation and children's toys litter the sidewalk. A couple days ago a murder of crows (ravens?) had taken up residence in these trees and were making a very loud racket, flying around under the half moon, dropping feathers and shit. I rode by initially, but then had to stop and take a picture- Crows! The moon! the purpling sky!
There are birds here that you don't see in the other places I've lived, lots of owsl and large crows ad even a kind of miniature burrow owl that comes out when the sun goes down on a thin strip of preserved land between the golf course and the farmers' fields. There are also flocks of wild turkeys that wander the neighborhood.
Unrelatedly, 8 ducklings were found, ahem, caught , in the alley behind the tattoo shop. They were orphans, and very small and cute. Boy could they run fast though. Some people from the shop helped and passersby too. Animal control picked them up. It was amusing giving the most stereotypical cop in the world (flat-top hair, mirrored aviator shades, moustache, etc.) a box of ducklings.
posted by The Sensualist @ 9:36 PM
2 Comments:
Dang. I wrote a comment on this yesterday, but it didn't post, I guess. I'll have to reconstruct it later....
I really like this story, especially the cop and the ducklings.
I think the birds are crows, not ravens, just because ravens are so much larger. I would really love to see the burrowing owls.
This photo reminds me of the tattoo you did of the birds on the wire, which I really liked, especially in the way it wrapped around the arm. One of the best tattoo designs I've seen.
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