“Look at that big crow, Dad,” Brian said, pointing to the large black bird on the sidewalk.
Daniel looked around. “I wonder where the murder is,” he said.
Brian gave his father a quizzical look. “Did you say ‘murder,’ Dad?”
“Crows, Brian, usually hang out in groups and a group of crows is called a ‘murder.’”
“Why? Are crows dangerous?” Brian asked.
“Not at all. Back in the day, son, groupings of many animals had colorful and poetic names. A lot of them were based on old folklore and superstitions,” Daniel explained. “For example, one folktale says that crows would rgather to decide the fate of another crow.”
“Wow, like a jury of its peers,” Brian said. “That’s so cool.”
“Yes, and in the past,” Daniel added, “many viewed the appearance of crows as an omen of death because they are scavengers and are generally associated with dead bodies, battlefields, and cemeteries. They are thought to circle in large numbers above sites where animals or people are expected to soon die.”
“Is anyone going to die around here, Dad?”
“Don’t worry, Brian,” Daniel smiled. “Even if a murder of crows show up, no one is going to actually be murdered.”
Written for today’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt from Donna McNicol. Photo credit: dbmcnicol at Pixabay.