R.M.C

R.M.C. The Regional Meeting of Crows. Today while I was peacefully eating my dinner, a huge wave of crows perched outside of my apartment window and then I knew, the conference has officially begun. So there they all were outside of my window cawing and cawing and occasionally switching trees or telephone wires. These are the times where I wish I can understand them, just to see what exactly is going on. I mean, I lived in this same apartment for an incredibly long time now and this little meeting has never occurred before. Maybe there was a disturbance in the delicate balance of the bird world. D: Or they're just angry little grown up baby crows (that didn't even make much sense to me, sorry for having to put you through this) that are fighting over who gets what. =w = I just hope it doesn't start again.... It's rather loud to be honest. QQ