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There is a flock of crows in Vancouver - a 'murder', I suppose, though one of the tonal consequences of that most famous of the colourful avian group names is that I've always imagined a murder of crows to be a small, skulking thing. There is at least one collective, in Vancouver, of thousands of crows, and I see them, sometimes, filling up an entire stretch of trees, or in flight. Today as I was waiting on Commercial Drive I watched them crossing the street overhead, like a river in the sky; after five minutes, when the bus came, they were still passing.

My throat has been sore and congested all day, and yesterday. I think that I'm a little bit sick.