In the winter, a murder of crows roost at the top of these trees in the early hours to absorb the morning sun at the earliest possible moment.
The crows are quiet until the sun begins to show itself, and then they all take turns cawing - this is the first sound of my day.
It isn't a pleasant sound and it really bothered me for years, but in trying to understand why they were sitting outside MY window, waking ME up, I understood that they are probably just warming themselves and it became much less annoying.
This crow thing has been popping into my head during my workouts for weeks, and I can't figure out why. I suspect it is because it represents all of the little annoyances we face every day, but we don't take the time to understand them, we just get annoyed. With a little effort, it is easy to turn these annoyances into neutral or even positive encounters.
Daylight savings time has me awake well before the crows now, so I haven't noticed them much lately.
Still, I think of the crows from time to time. The song "Blackbird" continues to strike a cord with me, particularly a rendition from my daugther's good friend, Taylor Crane, whose untimely death in his mid teens last summer still haunts me, yet somehow continues to motivate me to embrace every day of life we have.
Soon, spring will attract a variety song birds, and I will rarely hear the crows in the morning. I think I may miss them.
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