Continuing, we are not even a quarter of a mile in on our summit hike and already we have encountered a number of dogs, a preponderance of dogs, one might say. A pack of dogs. If they were emus, I would have to say a mob of emus. Or eagles, as sometimes happens, a convocation of eagles. Everybody knows it’s a murder of crows, and when playing Scrabble, I swear that a group of cows can be called a flink. Did you know that you could face a flamboyance of flamingoes?
A scold of jays? A stare of owls? A shiver of sharks, a pitying of turtle doves, a gulp of swallows (really,) a zeal, crossing or dazzle of zebras?