My dreams of befriending the local crows [ https://tldr.nettime.org/@kdawson/110565702214630790 ] may be at an end.

This morning I heard the local murder gather in the trees out front. They were very loud. I might have said they sounded agitated, but what do I know from crowspeak? I went out with my baggie of roasted peanuts in the shell, held it aloft, placed half a dozen peanuts on the sidewalk, and made to withdrew.

That's when I noticed the very dead crow in the garden beside the front steps. (No photos, sorry, I'm not into ex-corvid porn.)

No one was interested in the peanuts. They kept yelling. After five minutes they headed out south and west.

Reading up on corvid death rituals was disheartening. [ https://www.joincake.com/blog/crow-funeral/ ] Crows recognize individual people. Now the murder associates me with their dead buddy, or rival, or whoever he was to them.

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