I’ve seen so many crows lately, and they seem larger than ever. How is that happening? Solar radiation? Secret genetic engineering experiments? Extra-nutritious roadkill? If they had the right kinds of feet, they’d be able to carry away inattentive cats and small children. But even though the crows are loud and bossy, I do love seeing them perched among the bare winter branches—it’s so Edgar Allen Poe.
Of course, when I set out to photograph a whole bunch of them doing just that, the most I could find at any one time was three. Not quite enough to be a murder of crows, so that’s why I call them a manslaughter. Even though the law says that manslaughter is a lesser crime than murder, it sounds so much worse, doesn't it? Here is comedian Brian Regan’s take on it. Enjoy.