Back when I used to do zumba (so, last week. I think I am probably done now) I would meet Alicia at the gas station and we would drive out to Surrey for class, and I was always one bus early to meet her because I am COMPULSIVELY PUNCTUAL so I always have ten minutes or so to wait and it would always be right at Crow Time.
I couldn't even begin to capture how many crows, because I would just keep showing you the same photo over and over and being like, and this is ten seconds later, and this is ten seconds after that.
It seriously looks like this from the time I get there to the time I leave. It isn't even a murder, it's a MURDER of murders. THOUSANDS of crows, I can't even. Where are they going?
It's secretly kind of awesome.