Up the Tree

The crows were definitely up to something, thought Hazel as she and Rupert walked up the street. They had clearly made the giant eucalyptus the club house and the crows were in residence. What did you call a huge group of crows? she wondered as she tried vainly to move Rupert on to "the next incredible spot that must be examined carefully and with great patience through a completed series of sniffing and scratching procedures." When Rupert was in investigation mode, he would not be moved, and Hazel was loathe to pop off his head by tugging too hard on the leash.

The crows were definitely up to something. The croaking sounds they made was always disturbing, but today there was a flurry of activity - branches falling and leaves floating more gently down. Were they building condos up there and arguing about the home owners association? Imminent domain? Was there a squirrel up there making his case for staying in his hole? In any case, Hazel wanted Rupert to move so they could put the tree behind them. Nothing worse than being hit with crow droppings from 200 feet up...

Hazel looked up the official name for a big group of crows the minute they got home. A murder of crows...seemed appropriate. Poor squirrel.