Been told crows will leave you gifts if you feed them.
This morning, left shelled peanuts and white grapes on the grass under the light pole next to the car port where various, very volubule crows like to perch and speak out to the world that sharp, caw-caw crow language of theirs.
There is –or was — a mocking bird nest in the shrub down below and mother and daddy mocking bird were forever harrassing and chasing off these shiny, black stately visitors. That’s nature. (I feed the mocking birds out back, and do love their music.)
But as for the crows….
This morning …found the peanuts and grapes gone — and a chicken bone resting on top of the scattered peanut shells.
Thank you, my smart feathered crow neighbors. Don’t have much use for a chicken bone, but it’s the thought that counts, right?
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