The winds were high and it was bitterly cold with drifting snow for two days. During that time, few people walked the boardwalk in Summerside which meant the animals living along its length didn’t have their normal treats. They were hungry.
I saw them before I heard them, dozens of crows near the entrance to the boardwalk. When I opened the car door, their chorus of crow voices included tenors and bases singing harmony. As I approached the trails, they took to wing.
Crows are always present in this area though they are usually inconspicuous. Not this day. The murder filled the trees,
flew across the now frozen stream,
or landed on the bridge.
The chorus became solo performances and the whole area was alarmed.
Meanwhile residents had been busy already, spreading peanuts and seeds in the usual places along the boardwalk as they walked.
The crows watched them with interest and commented as people walked by. The people noticed them and remarked about them too.
“The crows are alarmed about this early winter,” was the common sentiment.
They aren’t the only ones!