Once I week I turn off the Trans-Canada Highway onto Willingdon. Usually I don’t see it; during my last two drive-throughs of the area, it’s been there - the magnificent night pre-roost flight of the crows!

Those of you who attend BCIT, work around Still Creek, etc. will recognize the crows on their nightly flight. There’s even a blog named for the phenomenon. An estimated 10,000 crows sleep in the vicinity, then make their way back to their daytime territories the next morning.

Having passed through this area every week during the last three years, it’s only been recently that I have witnessed the legendary super crow carpet. The sky blackens with crows, in a sort of Biblical pestilential style. Luckily I am a crow lover.

Crows are super smart, perhaps smarter than dolphins. And they’re black. As a former teen goth wannabe, black is still tops in my book. Screw swans and all that white shit. Nothing is cooler than crows.

It’s too bad I suck at taking photos of the crow wonderness.

Here’s last week’s attempt:

Then it got worse:

And here’s this week’s even futiler attempt:

Read more about the crows’ Hitchcockian pelegrinations here.