On our morning walk Sunday we felt we were in a scene that Poe and Hitchcock
had collaborated on. A murderous row of crows were all in a line on the ridge
of a barn. The dreary skies and abandoned streets made their following us all
the more eerie. It was kind of like a new gang in the neighborhood was checking
us out. After about a mile they went their own way.
I say a robin carrying a beak full of worms to my neighbor's spruce tree. Not
too many robins hatched this time of year.
Scott Marsh
Lexington
