As autumn colors are peaking, a murder of crow descends upon the roof of the house each evening to hunt insects congregating on it for slowly radiating warmth collected all day long.
Inside doing whatever I'm up to at the moment, I listen to them hop and skid about in frantic pursuit of six-legged prey, sometimes coming in large flocks for the evening avian snackfest.
Raucous bug hunters on the roof make me laugh while autumn colors sooth me to the core.
The crows are always welcome here, especially to eat these stinky foreign invaders from Asia.
I wonder if they enjoy the view from the rooftop as much as I do whenever I get up there.
