It’s called a murder of crows.

That’s the collective noun for a group of the most intelligent birds on the planet. And they are intelligent. The Sherlock Holmes of the bird community. They could solve their own demise and be back home in time for tea.

I don’t think I ever knowingly listened to The Black Crowes before. They lay down some good old rock ‘n roll, mamma.

But boy, can they murder a lyric.

It’s not really a mystery though.

Sometimes the lyric isn’t the point.