A Fluff Piece

It looks like snow, but it's actually cotton fluffs from the Cottonwood trees. I stopped in the area I call County Crow and the musician calls Raven Trail.

Some evenings or dark afternoons when you ride through here you will encounter a murder of crows, a conspiracy of ravens....hundreds of black winged feathers flying though the bushes and trees. It's a little creepy. You can't help but think of Hitchcock and The Birds.

murder is the noun of assemblage for crows, conspiracy for ravens.

Extra: Clouds of cotton fluff line the trails.