Why is it a “murder” of crows?
I put that question to Perplexity and the answer was murky, just saying it’s a colorful description from medieval times.
Also, that a mass of crows can be referred to as a “conspiracy,” a “parliament,” an “unkindness,” a “mob,” a “horde,” and a dozen other words…
My favorite is a “quarrel.”
The crows fill the trees outside my place most evenings and they’re LOUD. More obnoxious than ominous. Sometimes I’ll follow them on my bike as they move from place to place, into downtown, then across the river.
The silhouettes are spooky on the bare branches, but they jabber un-seriously. They get chatty. They like to argue. I can relate. And they move together like a flock of cats, needing company but never synchronizing, each one dithering before they eventually head off in the same direction.
They’re my Spirit Animal for unsettled thoughts.
I should finish this with a clever remark about Crow Pose, probably? Eh, I’ve got nothin’.
Anyway… midwinter always finds me restless. Be well!