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Maureen Langford

Maureen Langford

Start your week with my Monday Musings, an eclectic view of everyday life. Erma Bombeck, I am not yet, but her wit is dear to my heart. Come along for the ride.

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Monday Musings

2 min readOct 12, 2026
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My Drawing

Crows!

I love crows. I see them quite often through my portal. We have huge ones. I hope I don’t have the species wrong. They are huge and black. That shiny, blueish black that normal people think has evil in it. My mind wanders to the movie “The Birds”, an Alfred Hitchcock favorite of mine. Scared the dickens out of me when I was little. All those big black birds sitting on the innocent child’s jungle gym. Just waiting for those innocent children to come running out of the school. Oh, the horror!

When that movie came out we lived down a dead end road that had walnut trees hovered over it all the way down the hill to our house. We watched that movie during the Autumn season, Halloween lurking at the corner, waiting to scare us mindless. We were the only ones down there and nobody ever came trick or treating at our house the full nine years we lived there. Did I mention the cemetery across the road from us? (it really exists!) But my sister and I had to walk up that hill the next morning after watching that movie. There were hundreds, no thousands, no, no, there were millions of birds in those trees that morning. All watching us, chattering and squawking or whatever birds do at the same time. We huddled together, clinging to each other for safety. We walked slowly to the top of the hill, to freedom. We made it! But…but then we noticed they were in the trees there too and they lined the telephone wires. We were doomed! We had a long mile to walk to school. They ate my sister and I still miss her. Too bad for her I could run faster.

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Maureen Langford
Maureen Langford

Written by Maureen Langford

Start your week with my Monday Musings, an eclectic view of everyday life. Erma Bombeck, I am not yet, but her wit is dear to my heart. Come along for the ride.