And Then, Where Do They Go...

   This morning, as usual, I prepared to the kitchen to brew coffee and it being a nice looking day I opened the back door to let a little fresh air in.
   At this, and not for the first time, I was greeted by the neighbourhood crows shouting and crowing their hearts out. About wot I know not. Could they all be peeping in folks windows and screeching excitedly at the morning ‘news’ roundups?
   This got me thinking. Our skies are, especially mornings, full with many thousands of birds of all sizes flying about in flocks of varying sizes. And let’s not forget those two geese wot missed the main flight and are shouting hysterically at each other as to how to form that required goose V flying formation. Now some of they birds will be young fellows but some will be old guys.
   So to my thought. Where do old birds go to die? Given old to young ratios you’d expect to not be surprised to see some old fellow reach his time, flap his last and plumet to earth. Never seen that.
   Nor have I ever seen a permanently retired bird lying in the garden or round the country side. Dead on the road? Sure but that’s usually a pidgin wot tried to cross the road too low too slow and I don’t see pheasants and grouse littering the highways like before.    
   So where are all our dear departed feathered friends lying? Quickly eaten by carrion perhaps?
   In proper ‘news’ I see those no oil nutters are cluttering up the roads down the smoke. If I came across these nutters, facing me as I drove along, I’d be tempted to do a U turn, back up close to one of ‘em and sit there, engine idling giving the nutter the full benefit of the exhaust.
   Then see how long before they regret gluing themselves to the deck then eh? However, I’d probably be the one arrested for doing an illegal U turn...
   Below? Just a choon from the past to close. Enjoy.

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How do crows stick together in a flock?  Velcrow.