Those friggin' crows. Sneering, shiny, amped up bullets. Traveling in packs, swooping in to startle and intimidate everything they encounter. Bully birds. I never cared about crows one way or the other until we moved here. The crows have staked out the woods behind the house as their territory, and they are very noisy in their claim. They performed their infamous "Stealth Caw" on me. Flew in quick and quiet. Waited til they got right up close and personal with an open window, and let loose a string of crow call so loud I almost fell out of bed.
I am happy and hopeful, always looking forward to Spring. But even roses have thorns. Crows are the thorns of the bird world.
So much for that Zen moment.
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March:
-National Caffeine Awareness Month
-Spiritual Awareness Month
-1st- National Pig Day
-2nd- National Doctor Seuss Day
~What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have never been discovered.~
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
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