There were crows in The Crow Tree.
What used to be a regular occurrence is now rare. They were in a right tizzy.
And more spooky than ever, sitting in a ragged line right at the top, above the leaves.
They all – I swear – seemed to be looking to the East.
And later, there were nine pigeons walking up the street en masse, seemingly intent on some destination.
I’d get out of their way if I was out there.
As I watched, a pickup truck came up the hill and did seem to gun its engine as it approached the pigeons
It did pass by without incident, and the pigeons regrouped and continued on their way.
And, at dusk, there were blue jays on my fir tree outside my window.
I heard them (as one can always do with blue jays) but I only saw the one.
They were causing a right ruckus – far more vocal than the earlier crows.
Perhaps this was not Alfred Lord Tennyson’s Nature red in tooth and claw, but – I gotta tell ya – there were a lot of claws.