Monday, September 24, 2007
Black and ominous they hovered in masses above. Countless, countless were their numbers. They flocked to trees and the unintelligible noises they uttered made one desire to speak their language. As we rode beneath this gathering, I somehow felt we were intruding upon some secret meeting. The scene was reminiscent of some old Alfred Hitchcock film and evoked the erring feeling of being oneself in a movie. The sun receded as we rode, shrouding us in darkness, and still the birds flew above. I do believe they were glad to see the intruders leave their territory; I too was glad to depart from the scene. I do, however, still wonder what they were saying…?