I'm someone who looks for the oddities when poking around places, and then I quickly jump to conclusions about what's going on. My conclusions are usually something like; I bet there was a body hidden here at some point or does anyone really need this big of a knife in their kitchen, it's probably to chop someone up. It's almost always something along those lines because I watch things like Criminal Minds, Snapped, and NCIS faaaaar too much. Immediately, my thoughts jump to death, conspiracy, and family secrets. I've never been correct on any of my murderous assumptions, but it doesn't stop my brain from having that first moment of "Oh my gosh, I bet (insert a murderous act here).
I saw a murder of crows a while back. The air was brisk, and I was in the parking lot next to a cemetery. They were cawing, each one louder than the one before. They would circle something out in the middle of the cemetery, and then they would all come back to the old tree. They were watching something and cawing. I felt lucky to have seen the way they spoke together in agitation. The sound of their cawing was piercingly disruptive and impressive at the same time.
I recently had the pleasure of eating at a restaurant called Blind Pig. The food was tasty, and the atmosphere was cozy. After some inquiring, the owner explained he was fascinated by the prohibition era. The building we were in was rumored to be a speakeasy during that time. Hence the name Blind Pig.
Prohibition stories are so intriguing, the emotions were running wild and each side was doing anything and everything to win. Times were hard, and the fight was dirty. From all the stories I've heard, though, I've never encountered the word blind pig.