crows and otters

I set out for a walk in the woods, and from over the hill and across the railroad tracks I could hear a real clamor of crows, a raucous of crows caucusing--cawing and cussing together--or maybe telling jokes, or calling join us join us.

So I left the trail and climbed the hill and scrambled down the other side and crossed the railroad tracks (scaring two turkeys in the process), then scrambled down another hill to the street, and followed the crow voices down a gravel path to a swampy pond, w...