A steady stream of winged wanderers stretched for what seemed like miles in either direction, hundreds of crows all heading one way.It's way Hitchcock. But the theories in the story don't satisfy, so here's one, based on no special knowledge. The past two winters have been milder than normal, meaning a growing crow population. This winter? Much colder. So the surplus population has had to find forage and warmth near the Saranac River in the friendlier confines of the city, where goodies like garbage are available to nosh on.
They moved steadily, a few hundred feet in the air, and all with the same resolve: to reach their nighttime roost before dark.
Like I say, a theory. Wish they weren't so loud at 6 a.m.
