We were out for an extended morning trot yesterday when we happened on a MURDER!
What a racket. There must have been at least two times four and twenty black birds in that one tree.
We stopped and listened for a while to see if they’d take off or stop. No way, they just went on and on.
Now seems some people have the idea that a collection of these crow critters spells bad news but they gave me an idea.
I thought that to be heard you gotta be persistent.
So when our trusty Mr Adam came with his team to spring clean up our yard I mustered up madam and we got going.
Barked back and front for a full half hour we did. Dad almost had a seizure. Ma did scones
Wonder do crows get sore throats?