There is a Woodland area near where I live set apart by a road on the north that goes into the Rattlesnake wilderness parking lot, Rattlesnake Drive on the east, a irrigation ditch on the west, and a bridge over the ditch on the south. It’s about 5 acres or more.

One day, my dogs and I set off down the trail through this Woodland. Crows were everywhere in the trees. They were talking they were talking a lot.

When we entered, they all fell silent. I felt like an invader. We quietly walked through. I think it might’ve been a funeral. When we reached the little bridge to the south out of that Woodland, I strained to hear if they would start talking again. But not wanting to be obnoxious I kept walking. The dogs were unusually sticking to the trail not stopping to smell anything.

Yes, it was a funeral.