I've always* loved crows. I love their smart, mischievous, cocky ways. And I love that some of them burst at the seems with personality.
In what has felt like an accident, I've photographed them a fair bit lately, some part of my infatuation showing through in the direction I point my camera.
*except the time I spotted them on a golf course in the desert, attacking a family of young squirrels that had stranded itself in the middle of a fairway.
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