caw and order
our life with crows
We’ve been feeding crows for years now.
It’s gotten to the point where I can’t tell if we’ve adopted them or they’ve adopted us.
Sometimes when we tell people about our crows, they frown.
Those damn crows get into the garbage. They make a mess of everything.
My reply?
Take better care of your trash. Put it in a bin. Feed the crows peanuts. They are better for the crows than a garbage bag sandwich.
Feeding crows however great does have its drawbacks.
The crows bring with them other birds that I like less.
Blue jays are repugnant, pushy jerks.
Even worse?
The grackles.
Flying in swarms these little shit stains of birds are welcome additions to any car grille they may meet en route to my place.
They are a by product of my love of crows.
They are a by product of our generosity.
What swarms of peskiness do you attract with your generosity?
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