I’ve been a tad disappointed since fall arrived.  Usually, I see a huge flock of crows flying over my house twice a day around sunrise and sunset.  Yet, thus far, I have seen only one crow.  I was happy to see him, no doubt, yesterday in the a.m.

But where are the rest of them?  Am I missing their pass over time or are they taking another route or just not here yet?  Was that one crow the early bird?  The scout?  A leftover from last year?  I don’t know, but I am craving their caw caw caw and their steadfast persistence to stay on  schedule. and their acrobatic dancing in the sky.  Some days, there are whirlwinds up above, and I watch them maneuver through, spinning around the skies, going with the flow till they are released and put back on their path.

In Southern California, I would be driving down a street, and suddenly, a crow would fly by and drop something in front of my van.  I’d veer off, thinking they dropped something by mistake.  Later on, I read about their brilliance at using vehicles as nut crackers.  I had an Astro van back then.  It would have been a fine choice for cracking nuts, don’t you think?   Another time, I made corn muffins that were dry and unappealing.   I was sure the crows would appreciate them, though, so I threw them on top of the roof.  They stayed on the roof till I went up a ladder to pull them off.  I couldn’t believe that one.  Picky!

I’ll enjoy my memories of these amazing birds while I keep an eye out and ears open in hopes the flock of crows returns to the Fort Doberdale skies soon.