Crows are joyous birds.* Here they are a dusk, having joyously ridden the thermal “Breath of Winter,” and are trying to settle down for the night, all the while calling and squawking and speaking their mind from tree to tree, in a last family discussion before sleep.
*There have been flocks of resident crows in the Lake Merritt area of Oakland for….. I don’t know how many decades. Every morning the flocks wheel around our 22 story building and spend the day in the general area of the lake. Come dusk, they reverse the pattern, flying off to their roost for the night. Because of their constant presence, I have started to learn a few things about crows. This huge group of flying crows is called a river of crows. They are highly intelligent, and live in large close knit family groups. While they do not nest in colonies (each mating pair builds an individual nest), the whole close knit family works together to forage, defend their territory, and care for their young.
They do not sleep in their nests other than to raise their young, however – they roost in trees. And according to Audubon’s Where Crows Go At Night they have “a giant avian slumber party. Gathering in a park or woodland, they land in a tree, then scuffle and shuffle and squawk, filtering down through the branches.”
And “scuffle and shuffle and squawk,” I can tell you, is exactly what they do. Their carryings-on can be deafening.
Here in the States, October 31 is Halloween. So I’ve decided to add a little spookiness to the challenge.
There are indeed two trunks of the same tree and each trunk has a knothole. But do you see the face in the tree trunk on the right? It looks to me like a howling ghost. Or a wooden rendition of Edvard Munch’s painting of The Scream.
Posted for Amy’s Lens-Artist Challenge #69 – Seeing Double
What can I say? I like sturdy vehicles that can take me off road to good hiking trails. Although this was a random vehicle parked on the street and not mine. But these tires and the suspension could take you practically anywhere.
Impression of a Leaf in Cement
A Partial View of Lake Merritt From the Roof of My Building (the 23rd floor)