A Murder Most Passerine

Barley, a dog, inspects melting snow that is peppered with strikingly clear crow footprints.

As the snow began to melt, the varieties of footprint that became visible on the blacktop of the road shifted toward finer and shallower imprints. Coming home from work, I was delighted to see that the local crows had brought their murder to the neighborhood once more, no doubt in search of goodies put out by their local fans. Given the curious effect snowfall has on litter, I have to assume they were discovering all manner of edible detritus as the veil of winter was lifted.