On our walk this evening Aries and I watched three crows fly silently in formation over our heads.
Spellbound, I mentioned to Aries that crows never fly silently in formation. I suspect he already knew that, because he seemed nonplussed too and for the next several minutes kept pulling in the direction the crows had gone.
I should have let him lead. We may have missed a conclave.
On a later walk after dark with no moon, Ondine and I let loose with several random full-out sprints. I haven't blown out my pipes like that for a good long while. For five or six seconds I pretended I was racing her, but her tongue-hanging grin told me she was abundantly able to better the best I could muster.