The crow was out there in the dead tree cawing loudly again. I pressed my forehead to the condensation covered spare bedroom window and searched for him. In the early evening, storm coloured garden, the sooty bird was difficult to spot unless you knew where to look for him.
I foused on the highest branches which were bobbing in the wind and there was the crow. He was silhouetted against the dark grey sky, his head thrown back, cawing continuously. It was hard to tell if he was sounding an alarm or just making a racket to disturb me.
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Lunch time, a very late pizza lunch. 😘🎀🍕😱🌷🍹
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Friendship can pave the way through most things. Nice story.
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Thanks for sharing 🙂
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