📚: Small Things Like These, Claire Keegan: Quotes: A December of crows
It was a December of crows. People had been seen the likes of them, gathering in black batches on the outskirts of town then coming in, walking the streets, cocking their heads and piercing, impudently, on whatever lookout post that took their fancy, scavenging for what was dead, or diving in mischief for anything that looked edible around the roads before roosting at night in the huge old trees around the convent.
— Claire Keegan