OBOL, I just returned from giving Tule her morning perambulation in Mt. Tabor park and found, to my delight, a pile of crows in my front yard and immediate surrounds. No, no McNamara, not a "pile" you mean a murder. Yeahyeah There were upwards of 100 and the majority were giving voice. I knew of the murder, the flogged murmuration of starlings, the wisp of teal etc. But as I was looking at the raucous buggers I was thinking that they reminded me of a kind of a hyper-obstreperous version of one Tolkien's Ent moots. There was no raptor about that they were taking to task they just seemed to be yelling. So if not a moot, then maybe a British Parliament; all that vociferous yapping---that seemed like an apt analog. But owls have the collective name claim for Parliament ostensibly because they are wise and deliberative. Parliament = wise and deliberative--there's a poser. Methinks they should sign over the brand to the crows...full of sound and fury,signifying whoknowswhat. But it's damn entertaining. good birding, Tom