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| In my new house I was disturbed by a murder of crows talking and talking and talking. These crows sounded so close. I looked out my bedroom window in northeast Minneapolis to find 25 crows in the tree. One crow to the north squawks seven syllables. The other two dozen crows answer in unison with 20 syllables. The one crow squawks again. The chorus answers. |
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| What are the crows talking about? Is one crow asking a question and the rest of the crows answer? That is what this sounds like to me. |
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