Before dawn, as I stood on my porch, I heard a strange bird call from the rainy sky. It was very high pitched, higher than a gull's cry, and moving very fast. It was repeated almost constantly, and answered by more calls from birds following behind it. At least four birds passed. Although I stepped off the porch and looked up into the rain, I did not see them. Perhaps they were the same color as the dim grey sky, or flying so high that they vanished in the windblown clouds. If they were that high, the calls must have been vey loud to have reached me. This afternoon, only the crows and the usual smaller birds are about, and they tell me nothing of the mystery birds who flew over this morning.