"the sun was setting" - so the crows were assembling in a safe space before they headed down to their roost in the swamp north of Broadmoor. Next they go to treetops in the Arboretum, then on the ground in the golf course, and finally, after dark, into the roost. In the morning, they leave the roost before dawn, can be seen in flocks at regular dispersal points, then scatter throughout the city.

I lived in Capitol Hill in the late 90s - one day I was standing at the bus stop and I noticed a murder of crows (always sounds funny to me) across the street on the wires. They were squawking loudly and seemed somehow upset. I then noticed that there was a dead crow on the street near the bus stop. A man - dark skin, dark clothes, dark hat and sunglasses - came around the corner and slowly walked to the dead bird. He picked it up by the tip of a wing and walked to the trash can where he deposited it. He then turned to face the crows across the street. They had become silent and all faced the man in a row. The man and the crows faced each other for a moment and then the crows all flew off. I never saw that guy again.

Relax,I have a very simple explanation for all the crows in the graveyard and in the city...it has to do with more of a living man then a dead one,or should I say a natural disaster caused by a living man...if you walk just outside the cemetery gates and go across the street and look out from the park,you can see I-90 and Lake Washington...these are crows that were burned out of their home in the forest due to the wildfires that burned up where they lived,so most of them fly in across lake Washington and land there in lake view cemetery to rest and relax in a quiet people free spot after a long flight...they are forced into the city because of this natural disaster forcing them out of the forest...I kinda feel bad for them,in a way...

By the way,is the paper more dead than the people in the cemetery if all they got to talk about is a bunch of crows in a graveyard? Seriously, you REALLY THAT DESPERATE for a story?

Here lies THE STRANGER
Born:out of a stack of coupon books
Died:talking about crows in a graveyard

R.I.P.

ROTFLMAO! SERIOUSLY? how pathetic is this article? I'm "dying" laughing at this! I'm not laughing at death,but you idiots who write this crap like this on the other hand...

@2 Crows have amazing memories and will remember human faces. They will warn other crows about aggressive human faces. I wonder if they were pleased he'd buried their dead.

My campsite was attacked and a cooler destroyed by a murder of crows down in oregon - they ate all the food and quite a few other things too...I was shocked.

Just because cats don't like him doesn't mean cats can't vibe with other people. Cats are smart, therefore picky.

So, cats are not part of the pack, huh. They do their own thing and don't have feelings for their masters, according to this author. Well, I have news for you - by the same evidence, Humans are not pack animals and really have no deep feelings for each other. Did you know that humans will eat other humans, if trapped on a boat at sea, or on a failed polar expedition? Much like those poor cats locked inside a house with no food and a dead human, they must take desperate measures to stay alive. Oh, and humans have eaten other humans on long journeys across this country, too. So, take a few rare cases of animals in terrible, rare situations, and condemn the whole species. I'm sure that cats have eaten their owners on fewer occasions than people have eaten their shipmates, etc!!