Lengthening the Poem

 At least 100 crows just commuted by overhead. I saw somebody mention online that they roost somewhere nearer to the bay. Just now, they were headng southeastward, and in the evening they will be on their way back. Somebody is going to have to add some lines to the old crow poem. Maybe I will. In fact, I'll make that my new year's resolution.

Yet Another Year Rears Its Head Above the Horizon

 The first bird of the year for me was, fittingly, a crow. Three of them, actually. I consider that a good omen, even though the old crow poem indicates that three crows either means "a wedding" or "a girl," neither of which seem appropriate to my life situation at the moment (I'm married and I already have a daughter).

This just in - my continued perusal of the internet reveals that it could also mean "a letter" or "a celebration." Intriguing. 

At any rate, happy new year to all who read this, and to all who don't. If you count yourself among the latter, you will never know I wished you happiness. Such is life - an endless succession of missed connections.

Bring it on. Maybe this will be the year where everybody will finally learn to use apostrophes correctly.