Does anybody actually refer to "a murder of crows"?
OUTSIDE of my friends list, thanks, youse guys aren't exactly a representative sample :)
I mean, seriously, it seems to me like that word is just used when an author can't think of a better way to foreshadow. So-and-so will be walking along, see a group of crows, think or comment that "A group of crows is called a murder" and then five pages later BAM, somebody's dead. Boy, didn't see that coming!
I also don't think that real people notice if they have one or two birds sitting on their rooftop. I don't think they look up at all, unless they need to have bad luck as some sort of plot device.
And the cuckoo? She may be a pretty bird who singeth as she flies. She may even bringeth us good tidings, but I strongly doubt that she really telleth us no lies. Cuckoos live on lies, that's how they raise their young! Or don't, rather.
That duck, though, is definitely somebody's mother. She told me so herself.
Edit: Here we go. Pigeons only get to go in boring words like flight, kit, or passel. Drat. BUT! Pigeons here are really rock doves! And doves get lots of cool words: pitying, prettying, piteousness. That even alliterates: a piteousness of pigeons. *grins* I like it.
Edit again: *laughs* Thrushes are mutations. Never saw a thrush that I know of....
Of course, you know most of these terms are just made up by people on the analogy of pride, school, and (of course) murder.
I mean, seriously, it seems to me like that word is just used when an author can't think of a better way to foreshadow. So-and-so will be walking along, see a group of crows, think or comment that "A group of crows is called a murder" and then five pages later BAM, somebody's dead. Boy, didn't see that coming!
I also don't think that real people notice if they have one or two birds sitting on their rooftop. I don't think they look up at all, unless they need to have bad luck as some sort of plot device.
And the cuckoo? She may be a pretty bird who singeth as she flies. She may even bringeth us good tidings, but I strongly doubt that she really telleth us no lies. Cuckoos live on lies, that's how they raise their young! Or don't, rather.
That duck, though, is definitely somebody's mother. She told me so herself.
Edit: Here we go. Pigeons only get to go in boring words like flight, kit, or passel. Drat. BUT! Pigeons here are really rock doves! And doves get lots of cool words: pitying, prettying, piteousness. That even alliterates: a piteousness of pigeons. *grins* I like it.
Edit again: *laughs* Thrushes are mutations. Never saw a thrush that I know of....
Of course, you know most of these terms are just made up by people on the analogy of pride, school, and (of course) murder.
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Yep, there's my random story no one cares about. So they're called a murder huh? I'll have to use that in some non-plot device type of way.
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-Kimothy
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This, btw, makes me think that the group word for friends should be "a flist" (pron. as writ.).
"Yeah, mom, I'll just be hanging out with a flist of friends..."
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I never thought about a murder of crows though. Never knew. I just think "Look, there's some crows. They're cawing again...shit." Crows...caw, a lot. And you don't know what they're saying...
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EVERYWHERE. Clouds of them! Cra-cra-cra-CRAKCRAKCRAK-craw!
Grackles! They're shiny.
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*smooch*
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Yep, there's my random story no one cares about. So they're called a murder huh? I'll have to use that in some non-plot device type of way.
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-Kimothy
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This, btw, makes me think that the group word for friends should be "a flist" (pron. as writ.).
"Yeah, mom, I'll just be hanging out with a flist of friends..."
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I never thought about a murder of crows though. Never knew. I just think "Look, there's some crows. They're cawing again...shit." Crows...caw, a lot. And you don't know what they're saying...
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EVERYWHERE. Clouds of them! Cra-cra-cra-CRAKCRAKCRAK-craw!
Grackles! They're shiny.