Slice of Life Story Challenge March 6 - A Murder of Crows In The Morning
The raucous cawing of a murder of crows invaded the serenity of the morning. What a cacophony! Lying in bed, I could hear them seemingly above me, around me. -Everywhere in fact. Nothing melodious about the sounds they shared. Nothing sweet. Far from soothing. A jarring, nerve jangling racket reverberated in my ears. Crows affect us this way. We feel indifferent to them. They belong to Hitchcock. This bird with the poor rap sheet is in fact a raven, yet we call them crows. We have always called them crows. Maybe, it’s the cawing?
The terms ‘crow’ and ‘raven’ are originally British in origin. They have frequently been used interchangeably. It must be said they are difficult to tell apart. The differences are subtle, but generally if the bird has white bases to the feathers on its neck and shoulders it’s a crow and if they’re totally black it’s a raven. In the end it dosen’t make much difference either way whether it’s a crow or a raven out there in the tree, its murderous raving is nothing to crow about!