There's been some weird crow activity around here these last couple of days.
-Monday: They were seen skirting the edge of a very obvious, very nasty looking cold front. Penning the northtowns in? Hemming us out? I don't know what was going on in there and I don't want to. For all I know, the Tonowandas have been laid to waste.
-Tuesday: Just as a local swarm was settling into its trees for the evening, our car radio fluttered and went dead. The first sign that they have the ability to block all communication.
-Wednesday: I ran by two of them perched on a dead rabbit. Nothing unusual, but the next day, I ran by the same spot, same rabbit. No crows. But Pressfield had it right in saying that they only go for the eyes and the assholes. Nature or Grim Ritualism? You decide.
This all on the heels of the now-famous Exploding German Frogs story. The latest theory: The crows have been pecking out livers and leaving the amphibians to slow death. A clear case of life imitating myth. But why the Prometheus one in particular? There are a slew of comparatively innocuous bird myths out there, why choose the most vengeful?
It's clear that they are massing for attack. Watchyerbacks.
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