A Murder of Crows






Geraldine, Mama of our murder of crows. Her two sons are Vincent and Edgar.


My mother trained Geraldine and her murder to come when called. When Mama died I inherited the 3. Geraldine is the largest of the three. Vincent and Edgar are the same size.

When I have something for them I walk outside and call "Geraldine, Vincent, Edgar" and I will hear Geraldine start talking. She has a distinct caw. They are always together. In a few minutes, they will show up and wait for me to put their bread or grapes out for them.

As a side note, Betty the Buzzard has moved back into "her" Barn. She brought a husband, Boris, with her.

I guess spring is here.


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