á þakinu

Crows especially talkative today. Perhaps there is some bit of crow politics astir about which we know nothing. One alighted on the gutter on the building opposite and picked at something in the downspout for a few moments before sauntering up the roofline with that air of studied but not wholly successful casualness usually seen in human males of about fourteen or fifteen years of age. Finding himself at the apex, the only way to retain his cool was to flap off into the trees.