The wind had come up, and the temperature had dropped as we made our way home from running errands late yesterday afternoon. Above us, thousands of crows wheeled this way and that in the gale, strewn beneath gray clouds as if someone had tossed a handful of pepper into the sky.
"Do you think they like it when they fly in the wind like that?" I asked Heidi. "Is it exhilarating or is it a struggle?"
She shrugged pensively.
"It's so stunning to see," I said. "I hope it's as thrilling to perform."
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