>I read recently that the collective noun for Ravens was an unkindness of ravens. “Before or after Hitchcock made that movie?”, I thought.
This led me to a search engine to confirm. While I can’t find a definitive origin (I’m sure it’s out there, but I didn’t look extensively), I did find that there are numerous collective nouns for birds.
How about a murder of crows? Or a siege of bitterns? Others include:
–a wake of buzzards
–a cast of falcons
–a confusion of guinea fowl
–a kettle of hawks (Dinner, anyone?)
–a parliament of owls
–a congress of eagles
–an exultation of skylarks
I thought a A Unkindness of Ravens, A Murder of Crows might make a good title for a mystery. I don’t read mysteries, but I wasn’t surprised when I queried Amazon that I found results. Ruth Rendell wrote a book called An Unkindness of Ravens; Cuba Gooding starred in a movie in 2000 called A Murder of Crows. More on collective nouns for birds can be found here.
Winter is still a few weeks away, but we had our first snowfall overnight. I love the first snow of the year: new, fresh, bright, the whiteness of it all. I like celebrating the cycles of the seasons and snow, rather than ice or cold, is the sign of winter to me. I like to be reminded of it, but I would be happy if winter only lasted a few days and then we could get on with it. Snow that melts after a few hours is the best kind. Today’s was like that, at least on the roadways. I had to grab my camera to capture the snow before it melted away:
The thick wet snow coating the limbs of the trees:
The last few green leaves on the undergrowth, struggling against the elements:
Chimneys seem purposeful. I like the monochromaticism of this picture, all whites and grey. A plume of smoke would have been perfect!
The abandoned, seasonal bench on the front porch, where it isn’t too welcoming at this time of year:
The beauty of a single leaf upon the new snow: