Tabithah Polinske was about to hop into her car and run an errand when she became mesmerized by thousands of crows crisscrossing the Minneapolis sky.
The trees in her Phillips neighborhood were thick with the cawing birds. And above, multiple murders of crows were streaming in various directions, stretching all the way to downtown's U.S. Bank Stadium.
"I could see them clouding the sky for miles," she recalled.
If you're having a hard time picturing this, just imagine what it sounded like.
"They are crapping on me — yes, that is the noise you are hearing," Polinske said while recording video on her cellphone as crow poop plopped onto her hat and collar and splattered all over her car. "So. Many. Freaking. Crows. Holy literal crap. Wow. So insane. So glad I have napkins in my glove compartment."
Despite the occasional mess, urban crow-watching enthusiasts like Polinske delight in the coldest months of the year, when crows gather by the thousands in Minneapolis, St. Paul and Rochester. It has become such a phenomenon every winter that there are Facebook groups in which spectators exuberantly post their sightings.
The images show crows flapping past familiar city haunts — Loring Park, the Basilica of St. Mary, the Mississippi River, or a periwinkle downtown skyline just as the sun starts to recede for the night. Most captions are brief and involve some variation of the phrase "CAW cawcawcaw CAW CAW!!"
The fascination around crows seems to buck the conventional wisdom that most people despise them. Crows are the stuff of horror movies, as famously parodied in Schitt's Creek.