Black birds

They chased away the pigeons which then reigned and strongly forced the sparrows into some poor groves of parks where they burrow. They now dominate the city. It had been several years since I watched their vigorous broom on winter mornings, sometimes renewed at the end of the day. For about twenty minutes, they are nothing but croaking flocks of flight in a sort of frenzied saraband before meeting on a dedicated roof from where they overlook the city then dispersing towards their observation post. Of course the film The Birds comes to mind. But his crows arrive during the day thanks to a nursery rhyme while those observed – in reality crows – spread from a chiaroscuro. The crows convey the taciturn imagination of worry accompanied by the infernal horizons and the overcast or pale skies of early mornings. The black veil of their flight giving the impression of swarms of combat drones attacking resonates with the not very reassuring world events which proliferate not without a certain rigor by spreading their international imbalances as Hitchcock’s work was able to reflect the anxiety linked to the Cold War.