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Thing on my Balcony Nevermore

I woke up to the harsh discords of a crow on my balcony this morning.   Poe would, I think, have had a different poetical treatment for the African crows, which have white breasts and a white ring around their necks.  His protagonists would probably still fall insensible with horror at the noises these things make landing on a tin roof at all hours.  


1 comment:

  1. Are there any mockingbirds in Tanzania to chase the crows away?

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