“Maybe we can speed between goal posts?” I point out, meaning from perch to perch where the crows are, we could hyper speed then wait on them to move, and go again. Which is exactly what we do the second we see them land further on and move to go. Racing to the next set of trees in the blink of an eye and the birds move again in a game of follow me.

“I hope to god this is not some crazy idea and we’re not just following some random flock of ravens who are trying to get away. I mean we’re kinda assuming.” Meadow quips in and I...