A Quarter Moon and a Dark Murder of Crows

As I was watching a pretty sunset, more and more crows continued to fly by. Soon there were hundreds flying from the west down to their roosts along the Willamette River.

Just as the last crows were going by in the dark, a quarter moon came out. The moon’s craters were easy to see.

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