Originally Posted by
3alarmer
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...today, out walking, I witnessed a murder of crows mobbing one of the neighborhood hawks (a red shouldered hawk, I think, but it might have been a Cooper's hawk).
It reminded me of General Cycling in its current incarnation. Say anything that threatens the current roadie canon, and the same guys circle around, squawking, taking turns pecking away.
The resemblance is quite remarkable.
Hey man, some of us are just sparrows doin our own thing in our own time. And who's the hawk in this metaphoric scenario? Thou?
Not all of us are peckin at each other.