"Killi!"

There is a wooded area near my home that I walk in sometimes. This morning I was there, and I realized how silly the place is. two hundred years ago, the people living here lived amongst nature; their civilization existed surrounded by the woods. Now, this lonely patch of trees sits surrounded by human civilization. It is so backwards. 

The crows in this place are out in force today. These are the same crows that live in my backyard, of course, but here in the woods they seem different. They are in their element, and suddenly I feel that I am trespassing on their territory. The crows even look different here; their feathers shin a brilliant dark blue, something about the tree filtered light. They take on some regal aura. Watching these birds, I get the feeling that they have more comfortable pride when they are closer to nature. Around the city, they always seem discontent and angry, but here they get to be birds, rather than just annoying winged rodents.