16 September 2011
When The Prince Consort and I visited the Grand Canyon, we got to the rim before dawn. As I got out of The Dude (our mini van) a flash of light caught my eye.
The other car in the lot had an attendant. A raven was either feeding gum wrappers to the car’s tire, or hiding shiny treasures in the tire rim.
What’s a good idea for one raven, is soon a great idea for a mob.
And that’s the closest I’ve gotten to a flash mob.