Outside, the extended Crow Family swarm and caw across the tall trees opposite our house, then wheel away above the valley below.
Collective noun - A murder of crows.
J. was off school yesterday with a sore throat, and was good company.
Just been for a walk, and met the man from down the road who goes into the woods with a wicker basket, and collects, well, what exactly - mushrooms, wild garlic? What else could be up there worth collecting?
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
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