A Flock of Crows is a Murder
Gillian was not an active person during the day. Unless they had a show during the day, and even rarely then, he was usually only seen as early as the late afternoon, unless you came into his trailer. Recently, every evening, he could be seen coming out and placing pieces of bread and seeds along boxes and rails near his trailer. Then he would sit and wait on the steps in front of his door, as one or two crows would come down and peck at the food left behind. Only crows would ever come near him, he found, as most other animals tried to avoid him.
Every day, he’d place the food a bit closer to himself, and while some of the crows refused to come closer, there was one who didn’t seem to mind, and was now standing at his feed, pecking at some seeds. Gillian was watching a bit in awe down at it, but not really doing much else like trying to pet it or anything.
