Cheri's Hypertext Monster

21 Sep 2021

In these Corvid Times

We have a gang of teenage crows strutting around Belltown. I admire their kind; crows make fine neighbors, so I started leaving a peanut or two in a quiet, high spot when we go for our morning walk. The peanuts are always gone when we return. Today, I heard a caw caw when I crossed the intersection. Black wings flashed overhead.

I’d forgotten to bring a peanut and I’m pretty sure I lost face. I moved the peanuts to a jar by the door so I remember tomorrow.

It’s important to maintain good relations with the black-feather mafia. You never know when you’ll require their services.