I Just Stood There Counting Crows

While riding through Kent, Connecticut I spotted a murder of crows perched on a rail. They’re bronze sculptures by the artist Peter Woytuk. Aren’t they lovely?

While I was standing there taking pictures, a guy on a scooter came whipping up into the grass by me and we chatted for a few minutes. He seemed happy-go-lucky. Some people are infectious with their smile, their joy. He was like that – glad to be alive and talking to some stranger staring a big bronze crows.

I’m not especially fond of birds but strangely enough, I don’t mind crows. They seem like jokers – always laughing. It’s said that they’re incredibly intelligent, use tools, and can even remember people’s faces. Pretty amazing, huh? No doubt, I will be amazed the next time I see a crow using a screwdriver.

Crows in streetview


Rachael is the whimsical writer behind the 20+ year old Girlie Motorcycle Blog. As a freelance blogger, she is on a mission to inspire laughter, self-examination, curiosity, and human connection. Girlie Motorcycle Blog can be found on several Best Motorcycle Blog lists.

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11 Responses

  1. Ryan says:

    Teach one to fix your bike on the trail!

  2. David Masse says:

    Beautifully photographed Rachael.

  3. MarthaC says:

    “…One for sorrow
    Two for joy
    Three for girls and four for boys
    Five for silver
    Six for gold and
    Seven for a secret never to be told …” (A Murder of One – Counting Crows)

    • Fuzzygalore says:

      “..there’s a perfectness inside you, sleeping underneath your skin..”

      I had a crush on Adam Duritz when I was about 20. Liked his words. His hair? Not so much… 😀

  4. Ry Austin says:

    For most of last winter, a large murder (at least 50 individuals at a time) would flock daily to a big, old walnut tree across the street from my house. They’d pluck nuts from the limbs and then fly high above the road to let them plummet to the pavement. Afterward they’d swoop down to wedge open the fall-cracked shells with their beaks to reach the meat…

    Corvids (crows, scrub jays, nutcrackers, and magpies, among many others) are highly social, playful, and intelligent birds—scary smart.

    • Fuzzygalore says:

      Sometimes we sit and watch the gulls on the shore do the same thing with clams. They fly up, dropping them on the ground and picking out the soft goo. We’ve called it the “Clamtacular” for a few years now probably for no good reason other than it’s fun to say 😀

      • Ry Austin says:

        I’m afraid I’m a bit too self-conscious to holler “Nut-tacular”, especially in mixed company or if strangers might overhear. Hell, I’m blushing right now. 😀

        • Fuzzygalore says:

          You should go stand out in the front yard by the tree and yell, “hey! you want some of these nuts?” 😉

          • Ry Austin says:

            What, and confirm my neighbors’ suspicions? They’ll send me to the…(wait for it)…NUTHOUSE!

            Now, everybody yell: “NUTHOUSE” is Pee-wee’s word of the day.

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