The other day, without thinking, I put a bulb of garlic on the fence meaning to bring it in later. An opportune crow swooped down and took it. Must have needed it for a recipe.
Crows are smart that way, as I supposed another crow found nuts and they put together a decent pesto. Or maybe it didn’t go exactly like that.
The crows in our neighborhood sit in the towering pine trees and enjoy the fruits of their mischievous thievery. They are a loud bunch, and when there is food they gather in mass. They eat, they sing and have a rambunctious good time. They are sloppy and drop food into the yard.
Luna, our Jack Russel, lingered in the yard a little longer this morning. This usually is a harbinger of a murder of crows fallout.
She just jumped on my lap and her breath had a subtle hint of garlic.
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