In my limited working-hour cigarette intoxications, I am witness to strange lake-side congregations from my ornithological armchair. Namely, an avian olympiad! The ever-present population of Canadian Geese and the contingent of wayward Herons always segregate themselves appropriately, but now, NOW a flock (dissimulations be damned!) of Ravens have descended on the birdy community and they all war-game, all the long day! Congress, skein and siege strive for glory, not for any apparent territory or resources because, when their sweet science gets dropped, corner generalship rules; squadron seconds serve side-wise sans sedition, everyone rests, all birds win.