The crow sat upon the branch, looking down at the man.
Each day this week, the man had appeared. Each day he stopped at the entranceway then paced back and forth, sometimes muttering, sometimes silent. The gates were open, yet, each day he did not enter. What was beyond the gates that stopped the man.
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Thank you so much for sharing Sue.
It was short but sweet. Great photo. I do love crows, I still think to this day there is something mystical about them, they appear such knowing birds. I bet they see far more than we realise.
Take Care and Stay Safe.
Much Love
KL ❤
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Thanks, KL…happy to share. Yes, they are hugely intelligent creatures… and possibly par more so than we credit when we reduce everything down to what we know how to measure 😉 xx
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