I was awakened this morning at 6:45 by the melodious sounds of a large flock of Ann Arbor crows who had decided to greet the dawn and socialize in the tree directly next to my window. Now, usually the crows don't bother me. I think they're atmospheric and their seemingly random mass movements around town are amusing and mysterious. But if the crows know what's best for them, they'll pick a different place to be noisy at unholy hours of the morning in the future.
For the 45 minutes or so I was awake listening to them, I could help but think of a story Natalie's writing for the issue about the desperate struggle of roving bands of Ann Arbor homeless to rid the city of the evil crow menace. Maybe their presence by my window was a threat. Maybe publishing a potentially revealing exposé about their activities is dangerous. We'll have to see.
For the 45 minutes or so I was awake listening to them, I could help but think of a story Natalie's writing for the issue about the desperate struggle of roving bands of Ann Arbor homeless to rid the city of the evil crow menace. Maybe their presence by my window was a threat. Maybe publishing a potentially revealing exposé about their activities is dangerous. We'll have to see.
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