First in this week…
Photo by Sue Vincent
“A group of crows is called a murder, who know.”
Melanie had an odd glint in her eye as she watched the large flock swirl around us. The big black birds were gibbering, as if speaking to each other in their own secret language.
“Yes, I’ve heard that,” I said. “Do they know something that we don’t?”
Melanie laughed. “Of course they do. Can’t you hear them whisper their threats and spells?”
“Whisper? That racket is anything but whispering.”
She just smiled at me.
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