We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Near Boston people were concerned that crows were being decimated on the highway by trucks- but not by cars. A group of bird experts were hired to find out what was going on. After 3 months of study- they figured the reason.
When the crows landed on the highway to feed on carrion, a few crows stayed aloft or in trees nearby to act as lookouts. Turns out that when an auto went down the road they could all warn of the oncoming vehicles by shouting "Cah! Cah! Cah" as proper Bostonians do- but none of them could shout "Truck, Truck, Truck!"
I have wondered about this. We have lots of crows around here, and sometimes they'll broadcast one "cah!"...sometimes two...sometimes three...and sometimes four. It must be some kind of signal but I can't figure it out.
There is a panel from a comic book that shows a murder of crows, and the protagonists is having a discussion with the character who serves as the narrator. The narrator asks if the protagonist knows what they're doing. He then explains, "They're telling stories."
I don't even remember where that's from. Gaiman's Sandman maybe. But for some reason, it has stuck in my head.