A few weeks ago, I looked up in the trees, and my goodness, there was a huge black crow. I just sort of looked at it.
Today, it was back in the next door shopping center parking lot, strutting around like it owned the place.
A while ago, PBS did a show about a crow problem in Seattle. All I could think of was the idea of the crow picking up Yerbie, my large orange buddy of a cat and immediately dropping him, sheesh, you are too damn heavy. I’m hungry but not suicidal. He’s not listening to me he’s sleeping getting his afternoon sun. That’s a cat for ya.