Late this afternoon the setting sun lit up the trees behind my house. It’s hard to see them in this photo, but as I looked up through the branches, wave after wave of crows passed over as the birds headed to their nightly roost (if you look closely, you can make out at least four blurry crows, but there must have been close to 100 flying over).
sunset painted trees
bronze threads woven together
by black crow stitches
wild ink 
January 6, 2011 at 1:34 am |
the light is lovely – beautiful words too!
January 7, 2011 at 10:41 pm |
Thanks, Juliet!
April 10, 2012 at 9:03 pm |
Some evenings there’s a continuous line of crows flying over east Vancouver to their roost in Burnaby’s Central Valley. (not unlike us commuters)… Never make enemies with a crow… they remember, http://www.cbc.ca/documentaries/natureofthings/2009/murderofcrows/
April 10, 2012 at 10:32 pm |
Yah, just before dark there is literally a river of crows flowing over our house (some days not eactly over our house or not as continuous). Interesting documentary. My dad had a crow mad at him –cawed every time he came out of the house (didn’t caw at anyone else) and followed him for blocks, squawking at him, and kept it up for weeks.
April 10, 2012 at 10:36 pm |
Btw, I’ve decided this might be an interesting description, but is not a very good haiku.