There are crows everywhere this morning: on the telephone wires, in the trees, on the roof.   It might be that they were brought out by the bugs that were in turn brought out by 1/100th of an inch of rain we had yesterday (thus theoretically ending the draught), though Juliana thinks it's the acorns.  They're making quite a ruckus; Chaitzel is very interested.  "Youth is in danger, but not from the source you might suppose..."

I'm off to Wally Sound this morning to record some new Mad Maggies songs.  This album is to be pirate-themed.