The Young and the Featherless

Every summer, our house is on a major evening flight path for the year’s new batch of crows as they head to their evening roost. There are all manner of missing feather configurations in the crowd, but this has got to be the least, and most weirdly feathered example I’ve seen on an aloft bird. Resembling more a bat than a crow, it flies over our back deck every night and keeps up pretty well with the rest of the bunch. I may even have been a bit generous, featherwise, in my rendition above.