This morning, as I walked down the street to catch the bus to work, I heard a commotion up ahead:
At first I saw three crows up in a tree; then a fourth; then a whole bunch more in an adjoining tree -- perhaps not a murder of crows, but at least an involuntary homicide of them. They seemed to be rather disturbed about something.
I like crows, partly because they're smart little bastards and partly because they remind me of Huginn and Muninn, Asgard's airborne intelligence agency I hate to see them upset, so I made an attempt to calm them down.
By doing my very best lady-crow impression.
I don't know how accurate it was -- my purring gargle probably came across as more penguin than corvid -- but I got a bit of a dialogue going with the gang up in the tree, and as I walked by and chatted with them they settled down quite nicely.
Most importantly, I got to work with absolutely no crow poop on my hat.
I do wonder what the crows were talking about after I left, though...