Murder most fowl...

I am struck by what occurs to be a daily ritual with the local crows here in the Seattle/Tacoma area.  Every morning, murder after murder flies by our windows overlooking the Algona / Pacific Valley headed south, a group of 5 to 6 even alights in my parent's garden.  Then, as sunset approaches, groups, pairs and singles all head back north to what I can only imagine is some sort of communal nesting ground, but one would think that a murder that large would be in the news, if only for its cacophony.