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Enveloped in a warm blanket of early evening glow, a single tree welcomes the daily ritual. At first, a few crows descend upon the high branches, seemingly establishing territory. Within a few seconds, more arrive only to be followed by many more. Moments later, the entire tree is moving, participating in the crows’ unique song and dance. Hundreds of dialogues erupt, pleasantly loud and strangely fascinating.