Raucous caws, black silhouettes against gray clouds circling without formation, guided by sky-touching spires of firs.

She remembers last year’s ravaged corn. She remembers “The Birds.” They are powerful, smart, and numerous. They inspire primal fear, admiration, and covetous love.

They arise from more vigorous and ancient stock than she.

Becky Kjelstrom adores all winged thingies, real and imaginary. See more at thenighmail.com.