Caw!
This morning, I passed five crows hanging out in the empty parking lot of the neighborhood Kwik Stop. Never have I seen a group of Cousins looking more guilty. Seriously. If they could have whistled innocently, they'd be doing so in five-part harmony.
Granted, they might have just run out of coffee and were waiting for the shop to open.
I am personally going with the 'strange things are afoot at the Circle K' scenerio.
[Sidenote: I love the way those birds move. Can't quite find the right word to describe it... amble? Saunter? Eh, neither are right. But I always imagine them to be strutting around, with their thumbs hooked in their front pockets. Because they obviously have hidden thumbs. And pants.]
Granted, they might have just run out of coffee and were waiting for the shop to open.
I am personally going with the 'strange things are afoot at the Circle K' scenerio.
[Sidenote: I love the way those birds move. Can't quite find the right word to describe it... amble? Saunter? Eh, neither are right. But I always imagine them to be strutting around, with their thumbs hooked in their front pockets. Because they obviously have hidden thumbs. And pants.]