As I walk past the towering lilies backlit with sun
and enter the field messy with helianthus and brambles
I hear the raucous yells of crows
in the woods near the old spring. What did they find?
Are they mad or jubilant?
Then silence.
Walking down the mowed path I come across one, then two,
then three feathers, turkey by the looks of ’em.
And suddenly, a rustle. Then many beating wings
flying, flying up into the oaks. Six, seven, eight maybe twelve turkey fledglings
and their mother, scared and startled by human intrusion.
Then silence.#
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After visiting your beautiful farm, I now know exactly what/where you are writing about!!!!
Beautiful writing.
I heard a summary of a book titled “Crow Planet” on the radio one day. It reportedly describes the language, social patterns and intelligence of crows. I have meant to read it for some time now, especially when I hear a coven of crows screeching in the back yard in the early morning.. Will send you the book once I read it… if it turns out to be good. Glad I am not one of those birds that crows like to attack..Martha
How exciting! Lucky you.