Friday, January 14, 2011
A Murder of Crows
I've been reading lately in the news about birds that seem to fall dead out of the sky. Whole flocks of them, all over the world. There are many scientific and supernatural explanations. Omens, some say. The end of the world! No, it was fireworks that disoriented the birds! They flew straight into the ground, by George!
I feel sad for the birds. Either way, they don't seem to have masters of their own destinies. I like to think perhaps they just decided it was time to go. Maybe they had a purpose of their own.