Talking to the Crows

This morning, it was still very cool. For the beginning of July, it was unseasonably pleasant. This is turning out to be a much milder summer than the previous one. Bow and I were hanging out in the pens when we heard a lot of noise coming from the woods nearby. It sounded like crows. Lots and lots of crows.

I decided to take the opportunity to see what all the fuss was about among the crows.

The crows' cawing had subsided a bit by the time I got near the woods behind our house, but they soon took it up again. However, I still could not see them, nor could I tell what they were cawing about. However, shortly after, Bow began vocalizing in reply to the crows.

I decided I had better head back and rejoin Bow, but when I was on my way into the pens, the dogs started howling. It was a kind of reply to Bow's vocalization which had been a reply to the crows.

By the time I got back to the outer pen, the dogs had stopped their howling. Bow relaxed when he saw me back, so he began to swing.

 The crows outside still cawed, but it did not matter, anymore. Bow and I were making faces at each other, and all was right with the world.