Monday 14 February 2011
On Saturday morning there was a mystery on my street.
Ten minutes before dawn a huge flock of crows flew over my neighborhood, then turned and wheeled over the ballfield, cawing loudly.
They were hard to see in the dark but they were easy to hear. They circled several times outside my window. It was so unusual that I reported them on PABIRDS.
At mid-morning I heard sirens. Six police cars, a firetruck and an ambulance roared up my street to the ballfield. The firemen carried their medical emergency kits to the bleachers, an area not visible from my side of the park. Soon they returned and drove away. The ambulance stayed longer but they left too without doing anything.
Meanwhile camera crews from all three TV news stations set up their equipment on the other side of the ballfield and pointed their cameras at the bleachers. A plain white car arrived in front of my house and three people emerged, pulled on purple exam gloves, and walked toward the bleachers.
By now I had guessed that someone was dead. I couldn’t stand the suspense so I got my 10-power binoculars and walked around the ballfield to the vicinity of the TV crews.
With binoculars I could see that there was indeed a body on the cement bleachers. The police and detectives were taking pictures, checking the scene, examining, talking. The body was on its back, upside down, crumpled over itself as if it had fallen head first from the sky. It was in an unnatural position but its white face was up, easily seen from above in faint light.
So the sight of a crumpled body is why the crows wheeled and cawed.
The crows know. They saw it first. Now it’s up to the coroner and detectives to find out what happened.
(photo by Brian Herman)