Crow Talk

All summer, we have been captivated by the crazy language of crows. Sometimes, one of them screams all day long. Today, three of them conversed in the tall firs, the slightest, quietest of voices possible in Crow language. 

It is nearly the end of the Days Between, with Garcia, so here's a lyric:

 "It's the same story the crow told me, it's the only one he knows. 
Like the morning sun you come, and like the wind you go.
Ain't no time to hate, barely time to wait,
Whoa, oh, what I want to know, where does the time go?"