The strangest thing just happened on my way to dinner.
As I was approaching downtown Minneapolis, an ink-black cloud overtook my car — thousands of crows, swirling like tufts of lint circling a drain.
Photo by Scott Shaffer … but multiply the crows by three.
Anyway. As the light turned red I stopped and reached for my camera, but a sound distracted me. “Plunk.” Was it starting to rain, as well? “Plink, plunk … PLOP!”
It took a second to register as the blobs on my windshield multiplied. “Oh crap,” I thought. I was caught in a literal sh¡tstorm!
Parallel to me, a police officer and a young man were running in some distress, for they too were being bombarded.
When the light turned green I considered coming about to get some video, but realized it would be pointless through my poo-coated windshield. And anyway, I was laughing too hard by then to wield a camera.
But now I’m curious: Where do all those birds come from? And where do they end up each night? I hope to be back soon with more on the mega-murder of crows in Minneapolis.