When I first saw the Hitchcock version I was nonplussed. What’s the big problem with rake loads of crows hanging around? Around here, they do it all the time. Okay so they don’t do it all the time, just at certain hours at random times of year… I’d do a proper study on it if I could be arsed – maybe some day. It would remind you of a Westlife concert – thousands of people all flocked together – it makes you wonder… what’s the attraction?
One thing I have noticed though, is that they like bin day. I’m impressed that they’ve figured out what day that is, most of my neighbours haven’t even managed that yet. Rubbish mysteriously appears everywhere robbed from slightly overflowing bins, and neighbourhood kids get dirty looks from their elders even though they had nothing to do with it.
Rancid pineapples and small milk cartons are carefully placed on the road by un-seen forces, and when squished by cars, are devoured within minutes. How clever is that?
I made a quick, very boring video of it with my phone recently as the murder flocked in the field next door. From there, they move on to the trees overlooking our houses, and stay there for a while, just watching and learning. What’s really creepy is that if you were to go outside and throw bread for them, they don’t come over to eat it, they just remain. Staring. Plotting. Then they just… bugger off.
Thus ends my highly scientific wildlife observation. Look out David Attenborough.