I remember crossing a small street in Berkeley - one of those streets that has bollards at one end so that cars can't go in. There was a dead crow on the ground (or a raven? some kind of black bird), and many living crows (same caveat) on the power lines above to each side, all loudly cawing. I had a strong sense I should leave and let the crows conduct their crow business sans humans.
I remember crossing a small street in Berkeley - one of those streets that has bollards at one end so that cars can't go in. There was a dead crow on the ground (or a raven? some kind of black bird), and many living crows (same caveat) on the power lines above to each side, all loudly cawing. I had a strong sense I should leave and let the crows conduct their crow business sans humans.
Thank you for this pleasant little piece of oddness Katja. I enjoyed it.
Twin Peaks birds are weird. Here's one from a few months ago making an unusual noise: https://photos.app.goo.gl/kV95w4KymFCxWKRM7