I read cozy and historical mysteries, a bit of Paranormal/UF, and to mix it up, I read science and gardening books on occasion.
I'm re-reading this and as I get to page 152, and the following:
Before I could answer Matthew the words dried in my throat in fear.
The barn was covered in crows... They nestled everywhere, along the roof, in the eaves, the sills of the windows. A low gabbling reached us, the sound of their bird chatter. There was motion as they flitted through the surrounding trees. In daylight, the scene looked different - less terrifying perhaps, but somehow sickening.
a huge murder of crows flies over our house and lands in the trees and on the power lines in our street, where they all gabbled at once for a good couple of minutes before flying off again.
We've had flocks of lorikeets and corellas and even occasionally cockatoos, but that many crows at once... never. MT was outside painting and said it was more than a little freaky.
Talk about reading in surround sound.