Crows have always bothered me. I think it started when I was a kid and my older brother got me to watch an old movie by Alfred Hitchcock, called ”The Birds.” The scene which scared me the most is when the crows started landing in ever-increasing numbers on the playground equipment outside a school of young and innocent children. They then proceeded to attack the running children in a frenzy of flapping wings, and sharp and vicious beaks. It seems strange, but the one thing I distinctly remember is how slow the children seemed as they ran for their lives in abject fear and terror.
I remember there was one boy who was a little overweight. I think he was the first one caught. I guess when old Mrs. Burke, his fourth grade gym teacher told him to put down the Twinkie and pick up the pace, he should have listened. Did you know a group of crows is called a “murder?” Kind of scary isn’t it? It’s almost like they’re members of a gang. Has anyone ever seen crows wearing gang colors? Do you think if you looked under their feathers you would find tattoos of people?
When I was a kid I would often help out on my grandfather’s farm. We always had trouble with the crows, which would land in the fields and eat the corn crop. We spent days constructing elaborate, and supposedly frightening scarecrows to place in the fields to ward off the legions of crows which would gather in flocks, and descend on the ripening corn. The crows never seemed scared. Some mornings we would reach the fields and find the scarecrows missing. Grandpa would always say,
“Dang those rotten little Murphy boys. They must of snuck in and stolen the scarecrow.”
I knew better. It was the crows. Either they had swept into the fields in mass to carry it off, or the scarecrow was so scared of those diabolical crows, he had jumped off his posts and ran away. I think it was the latter.
I once read about an old wives tale. It said crows can be harbingers of bad news, illness, bad luck, or even death. If you see a single crow it means something bad is going to happen. The appearance of five or six crows can mean the arrival of sickness or even death. I guess things aren’t looking too good for me. This morning I opened my back door to watch a magnificent sunrise, and came face to face with five or six hundred crows. The bird feeder was empty, the garden was ravaged, and all the fish were missing from my pond. The crows were quietly sitting on my deck, lined up like soldiers, and staring at me intently with their cold and lifeless eyes. I could be wrong, but I think I’m in BIG trouble!