This morning, as I was sleepily spooning in my rice and beans, Doña Cuevas exclaimed that the crows were swarming. This was a change from the white cattle egrets that beautify the area. Unfortunately, the egrets are on vacation just now, probably dipping in the tepid waters of Lake Cuitzeo or somewhere fishy. When I got up from the table, I took a look.It was reminiscient of M.C. Escher drawings.
I then grabbed my camera and took a few photos. A closer looked revealed that they weren't crows, their color was brown on back but some had yellow breasts.
I then grabbed my camera and took a few photos. A closer looked revealed that they weren't crows, their color was brown on back but some had yellow breasts.
I was pleased that they stayed outside, wheeling and squealing. A confused and thrashing bird indoors is one of the creepiest things I know.
I didn't sight a Tippie Hedren among them.
