SPRING DAWN 



1 HAVE been night-clerking a bit lately 

 social settlement work, you know at 

 the Pasture Pines Hotel, paying especial 

 attention to the crow lodgers, and in 

 so doing have come to the conclusion 

 that in the last score or so of years the 

 crows in my town have changed their 

 habits. 



It used to be their custom to roost in 

 flocks, winters. Over on the Wheeler 

 place in the big pines you could find a 

 rookery of several hundred of a winter 

 evening, dropping in from all directions 

 and making a perfect uproar of crow talk, 

 or rather crow yells, till darkness sent 

 them all to sleep, sitting together in long 

 rows on the upper limbs, I suppose for 

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