The Chinese pistache trees lining my street have ripe berries now, and all the crows in town are descending en masse to eat them.
The days are filled with strident caws and scores of fluttering black wings as they fly from tree to tree, hopping among the branches and even down onto the ground in search of the best fruit. Their raucous presence keeps the smaller birds at bay until they lose interest after nearly all the berries have been eaten up. The noise from so many rambunctious crows all together in one place can be a little unnerving at times. I'm glad they move on when the berries are gone.