We have a very loud flock of crows that feed and crwo and caw as the sun rises. A collective noun is a 'muster' of crows. They certainly do that.
I multi tasked this afternoon watching Wimbledon, ironing whilst listening to my murder mystery book. Tim cooked trout with a white onion sauce which was delicious and just what I needed on a working Sunday. Guests have come and gone and come back again. They didn't eat the chocolate brownie I charming made into a tower with strawberries. We had them after our fish.
The Hour is still entertaining us.
Crow Alarm Clock
Watercolour
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