About 200 crows just flew over the house, headed from northwest to southeast. The birds were in nothing that could be called a formation, like more sensible ducks and geese use.
On any given day, we will see a half dozen crows, each in its own tree, watching, occasionally giving the “I’m still here, don’t see anything bad” sentry call.
Two hundred, though, that is a lot of crows. And only a few are talking.