Watching the Crows Fly Home

I'm still gathering my notes about Tokyo. So many memories from such a short visit. But this afternoon, I witnessed something again that struck me. Just before dark, I saw what I can only describe as the crows flying home. I'd seen it a couple of times before, but hadn't really put it together. One or two black figures flying from South to North, away from Kangaroo Point and the river, past the high rises, and toward the hills. It's the oddest thing.

Last year, when I was staying in a hotel in Kangaroo Point for a few weeks, one of the things that identified Brisbane to me was the large number of crows settled into trees and cawing away, night and day. I guess I'd assumed crows here were territorial. Given the number of crows I witnessed flying home, I have begun to believe roost in the forest around the city, and return to the river every day.

By ones and twos, in small groups, the crows flop and soar past the building, around the 30th floor, heading away from the river. It's a steady procession during the twilight. I've never seen them fly that way during the day.