For many, the fall season conjures up visions of leaves falling and changing color from green to yellow, orange or brown. They may even desire to travel to the Northeast to witness nature’s beauty with the changing of the leaves.

But for me, it’s the sounds. The crow’s caw always catches my attention as I look to the skies to catch a glimpse of a flock.

About 25 pecan trees were spread across our farm property. The sound of the cawing crows signaled the beginning of pecan picking season. Its arrival meant bundling up and spending time out in the cold and wind under the trees collecting them.

We would gather pecans for our own consumption, but also to sell. Many a Christmas gift was funded with the proceeds from selling pecans. We would even have folks stop and ask to pick pecans "on hal

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