The Ravens are back. Just a few, not the 40 or 50 of years ago. But enough to wake the dead, or at least to wake me awfully early on a work morning.
Quick! Get the little camera with the crappy movie button! Gotta capture the screeching! Rats, I just can't keep that thing still...even with the steady button pushed to the 3rd degree.
Somehow I'm able to capture the mobilizing crowd.
Like movie stars, they suspect paparazzi, so rush off to avoid capture again!
Stupid birds! As if we could get a hold of the big, flapping, ornery things anyway! What's to fear? Indelicate photos splashed on the front page of a trashy tabloid? I just want to report what's going on in the back yard!
Of course now, with a camera on them, they sit shyly, posing in quiet innocence. "Who? Us? Making noise? No way. It wasn't us guys waking you up. Must have been some crows."
So long ingrates. We must love you from afar. Lest you never deign to visit us again.
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