On the Livingstone estate, crows were often the first indication that someone had died. They would gather in droves around the body, cawing with such intensity that they couldn’t fail to be noticed.
Crows flocked to corpses for one reason, but it wasn’t what people thought. Although eyeballs was a delicacy among corvids, they weren’t interested in the body. What they came for was the soul.
The birds flocked around the newly deceased; old Mr Lee on the third floor. Eventually the body would be found and taken away, but for now they had time to fly the soul onwards.