A huge flock of crows seems to have settled in my neighborhood. On Monday afternoon I looked out my window to see dozens of crows circling in the sky and roosting in trees. I saw the same thing yesterday when I went out at dusk. Last night, my husband and I were sitting in the kitchen when a raucous cawing made us stop our conversation and stare at each other. I opened the back door and looked outside to see hundreds of crows flying over our house. It lasted for only a minute or two, but it was so loud we had to raise our voices inside to be heard over the noise.
If you’ve seen the cover of Hellforged, you know that crows feature in my new novel. So I like to think that these crows have been stopping by to say, “Congrats and good luck!” I’m not sure how you’d say that in crow-ish, but it probably sounds a lot like what we heard last night.
Crows are intelligent, social, fascinating birds. And it looks like a large flock has chosen my neighborhood as its winter roosting site.
Still, I can’t help but wonder about the timing. Does anybody know anything about what crows symbolize or portend? I know what they represent in Hellforged, and I sure hope this flock has nothing to do with that . . .