About this time last year I noticed at reference 1 the evening crows, gathering for a swoop on the big tree behind the bungalow where we used to stay in Lower Furlongs.
This evening they were at it again, certainly hundreds, maybe even a thousand of them. Perhaps they have the same urge to herd in the evening as is exhibited by the young bipeds of our own species.
PS: plus an observation in passing, prompted by a picture of what I took to be Napoleon's tomb in Les Invalides in Paris, not so unlike those of his contemporaries Nelson and Wellington in our own St. Paul's, in today's DT. That is to say that I am glad that we do not have such a monster for one of our national heroes. An able man and a general of genius - but a man who, out of little more than his own pride and volition, caused maybe a million excess deaths. Probably a lot more, when you think that he did for at least half a million in the course of his Russian expedition and another hundred thousand in the entirely pointless 100 days. After which, I believe, Wellington took a sporting line and did not let the Tsar have him shot. From which I associate to the third volume of Rambaud's trilogy about him, in which I read that he was not at all popular at the time, in the south of France, where he came close to being lynched on his way to Elba. They were not too happy about all those excess deaths either. See reference 2 - also about a year ago.
Reference 1: http://psmv3.blogspot.co.uk/2016/07/crows.html.
Reference 2: http://psmv3.blogspot.co.uk/2016/08/rambaud-concluded.html.
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