A Murder Of Crows

After some more smoky diversions, Dad and I ended up camping at Natural Bridges National Monument (not part of our original plan). Luckily, the wind was blowing the smoke away from us at camp. There was one point on our drive where we could see flames on a distant hillside.

Now, I love this whole part of southeastern Utah with its canyons and ancient ruins to explore. But it came with an annoying add-on: a whole bunch of black crows cawing and carrying on nonstop in the campground which was otherwise quiet and peaceful.

I guess you can’t really tell a crow to chill out, can you?