A few days ago, as the sun was starting to set, a cauldron of crows came flying easterly, and at a certain point, they seemed to all alight in the tree tops, where they turned to the west, as if one moment in the setting of the sun is the best part, and they all had to stop and watch.
That's all.
Addenda: 1-23-13
They were only in the tree about a minute, before gradually flying off to wherever they were going.
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