The sun was casting the loveliest colours across the sky on my way home from work; oranges with splashes of red and yellow set at the bottom of the greying sky. As I gazed out the Skytrain window, admiring the view, I noticed a massive murder of crows flying above the train. I'm sure they were following me.
I'm terrified of the crows.
After I got out of the station, another murder started flying overhead, following the ravine out towards Willingdon, where the #1 crosses it. Every morning the crows fly from their nesting area in the trees beside the enormous McDonald's (they have no taste) to the downtown area to hang out. I'm not sure where they hang out, but it would have to be a vast area because there are so many of them, so maybe Stanley Park. I've never followed them. Perhaps this would be a good project, to stalk the crows, to get an advantage on them, one step ahead.
At dusk the crows flap their freakish wings and trail each other back to Burnaby. The thing that concerns me is that I always seem to see this exodus. Others in my neighborhood have never seen it. And I go home at various times, yet often see them overhead, yelling at me in their caw-caw language. I'm pretty sure they're keeping tabs on me, monitoring when I walk home. Sometimes in the mornings they will caw-caw at me, hiding in trees along my route.
One day, I went into work and noticed a picture of crows at the desk I was scheduled to sit at. They broke in and left crow propaganda to taunt me, to threaten me. I was afraid.
It's just a matter of time.
Currently reading :
Scott Pilgrim, Vol. 1: Scott Pilgrim's Precious Little Life (Scott Pilgrim Volume 1)
By Bryan Lee O'Malley
Release date: 28 July, 2004
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