Crows, as in a murder of crows, act as one - a neural net in the sky, in a tree, or in a copse of trees - one big brain working as one.

The one time a crow shaped-shifted with me and showed me the crow world. I felt honored, feel honored.

I love crows too. Wonderful story - thanks. 🙏 🌈🐬 🦋 🕊️ 🌱 ❇️