3 August 2026 – A small murder.
Very small.
But crows they are…
and murder it is.
Murder
Posted by icelandpenny on 3 August 2026
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Lynette d'Arty-Cross
/ 3 August 2026Yes, the poor old crows stuck with the murder moniker. Interestingly, autocorrect kept trying to change “murder” to “mixer.” Given how intelligent they are, they definitely know how to mix things up! Cheers.
icelandpenny
/ 5 August 2026Yet another reason to turn off autocorrect! though it produces some interesting swaps, as you’ve just demonstrated. I remember a program determined to change “golf” to “gold.” And I remember once dictating a speech I was writing to my computer rather than type it in; I said the new gold mine would have an “underground pouring facility”, and the program wrote it would have an “underground whoring facility.” I showed this to the execs for whom I was writing the speech, said it could be an additional revenue stream??? Being guys, they laughed their ears off and only regretted we had to switch back to the boring old facility in fact being built…
Bernie
/ 4 August 2026I wonder who has seen a parliament of owls…they are such solitary creatures. Crows…not so much. And flip they are noisy.
icelandpenny
/ 5 August 2026I hope you clicked on the link, because it leads to an astonishing collection of collective nouns…
Bronlima
/ 4 August 2026A murder of crows….. you can see why,…..looks like they are waiting for their next victim…….grab your camera…… and … run!
Rio
/ 6 August 2026When I lived on a busy street in Scarborough a crow got hit. She was perhaps trying to grab some food that got tossed along with a wrapper from a car window. She had a mate who would gingerly land on road and tug at her wing. It was heart breaking.
In time, in the Ash tree on my front yard, a murder of crows came. They made the tree black there were so many of them, all cawing, their heads back as if gulping rain. One after another a car came by and made less and less of her body. It was a murder.
My neighbour heard the racket and came out on her porch and said, “I fucking hate crows.”
icelandpenny
/ 6 August 2026Heart-rending. No wonder you remember it so clearly, across the years. (And remember that dreadful neighbour.)
Walking Away
/ 9 August 2026I love a corvid, even with the bad press
icelandpenny
/ 9 August 2026They don’t have a bad press here – by & large, Vancouverites love their crows. Two links for you: the twice-daily phenomenon of thousands of crows flying between their Burnaby roost and Vancouver – https://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/british-columbia/short-film-follows-crow-migration-1.7084151 – and also the wonderful story of Canuck, the East Van crow- https://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/british-columbia/canuck-crow-international-attention-1.3604632
Walking Away
/ 9 August 2026love it
Resa
/ 9 August 2026Makes me wonder how that name came about? Neat shot, Penny!