Young crows do go on so. Lately I've been hearing their whining caws all day long. Even now, on an otherwise quiet Friday afternoon as I sit on my back step, work week done, and enjoy the sunlit leaves, rollicking songs of goldfinches, and the shining ribbon of the river trickling merrily past, I can hear the crows just upriver, yelling. What do crows want? I'm guessing food and companionship, in that order. Are we so different?
Leaf-filtered sunlight,
bright river flowing in peace--
why do the crows whine?
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