A snow speckled
sycamore
blossoms with crows
in the gray
morning light.
We are expecting more snow tomorrow. Our crow friends come early looking for the food that we sometimes have for them. When it's minus 8 degrees, you wonder how they survive these days. One of the things that impresses me the most is how they work as a community. This morning a single crow landed in the Norway spruce and eyed the cut up hot dogs lying on the crust of snow. It made the call that seems to say, come and get it. And then it sat there watching the food, not flying down to touch it. It must be hungry - they burn calories so quickly in this cold. But it wouldn't go after it until the other crows arrived. They are very skittish when there is food left for them - one or more are always keeping a watch for danger.
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