Recorded on an early Sunday morning in the fields of Debs Park. Murders of crows dominate the park landscape. Gathering in trees, on picnic tables, and on the field they shriek and squabble over trash left by yesterday’s barbecues. Rush hour has just begun. The rumble of traffic and the whistle of a train are heard in the distance, signs of life that now, in the midst of a pandemic, seem nostalgic.