it is ubiquitous, at the farm as in the rest of the region. Its distinctive call (a very loud and insistent, "Caw - Caw - Caw") and large size makes it easy to hear and see.
One morning last fall, I kept noticing crows in twos, threes and fours, flying overhead at the farm, landing just north of the north ridge. I couldn't see where they were landing but it sounded like there had to be dozens or even hundreds of them cawing away, just beyond my view. It was an eerie and awesome sound coming from that murder of crows.
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