Council of Crows
So here is where my idea for the title to A WhiskeyJack in a Murder of Crows originated: I personally witnessed one of these. Or part of one, until my dogs saw it too and broke it up. Witnessing it was a very odd thing, and I was very upset my dogs had disturbed it, as it was...surreal. My attention was brought to it by a silence, oddly enough. I was used to listening to a cacaphony of squawking black birds (I think they were Brewer's Blackbirds but don't hold me to that) scavenging in flocks across the vineyards and orchards in…