Three crows flew overhead heading the eastern hills. “Funny,” Tammy said watching the birds fly while shading her eyes with a folded over crossword puzzle book. “It doesn’t look like rain, but I guess I should bring the laundry in off the line.”
Her husband stopped being pulled behind his lawn mower, grunted in her direction and watched her walk around the corner of the house. He set back to attacking ankle deep grass of the backyard.
Tammy waddled back with an armful of wet clothes in time to see the same three crows turn back and fly west instead.