“Crows yesterday flitted silently, if not ominously, over the street, just after the snow had fallen, as if men, being further within, were just as far off as usual. This is a phenomenon of both cold weather and snowy. You hear nothing; you merely see these black apparitions, though they come near enough to look down your chimney and scent the boiling pot, and pass between the house and barn.”
—Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862)
Journal, December 31, 1859.
|Crows over winter meadow at dusk, December 2012|