Montpelier is a fine little city, set in the valley of the Winooski River, surrounded by hills and ridges.
I was waiting, loitering in the streets of town.
I looked up to the heights all around.
And saw scores of crows.
Busy, active crows.
Crows like the ridges around Montpelier. Here are some, on a fine, warm fall afternoon. Their hangout is the dead tree on the right. The air above is their kingdom.
Crows are clever critters.
The correct collective noun, or term of venery, for a group of crows is a “murder” of crows. Why a “murder” of crows? It’s beyond my ken. Crows are fine, smart, social animals. Want to learn more about crows and the corvid family? Try Bernd Heinrich’s book, “Ravens in Winter”, or Candace Savage’s “Bird Brains”. There’s a murder of good corvid books out there.
The crows like to come down into Montpelier.
A crow checks out the city.
Montpelier has plenty of spires and towers for curious crows.
The sentient sentinel.
High places, from which to notice things.
High places to fly from, to go see what has been seen….