This week when the thermostat read nine degrees, the black birds congregated in selected spots across the snow dusted neighborhood. Some trees contained several hundred, though I will admit that I found it hard to count them as they constantly changed their perches like this particular group who flew from roof to tree . . .
. . .then back again to the roof of the small storage building.
I was standing nearby and could therefore hear their "murmerings," glad that I wasn't underneath the tree, though if I were, I might have chosen one of those other names for this group.