One of my co-workers reported seeing a crow fly by the office today carrying a bunch of twigs in its bill. With today's temperature rising into the 60s, it's not so surprising the crow was thinking of nest-building. Later, a small conclave of crows was gathered on the grass down by the dam, pecking at the remnants of someone's lunch and perhaps discussing the finer points of making nests--which trees produce the best twigs, what's the best diameter branch, how to twist the body just so to make the coolest shape...
With bill full of twigs,
crow flies to its waiting mate.
Home's where we make it.
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