Friday, April 20, 2018
I won't say his name out loud. Saying it out loud only makes him squawk louder, push his way thru the flock to gobble up all the sunflower seeds, fluff his chest feathers and peck at my head. So rude. Such a bully. He who shall not be named reminds me of one of your kind. I'll give you a hint who: Sometimes his tweets come out of the wrong end. Rhymes with rump.
Thursday, April 19, 2018
Today is April 19th and it's snowing. I'm cold and i'm trying not to regret my choice to be here.I had other choices. Sunnier choices. Warmer choices. But I came back to South Street. I like your yard. You're usually pretty good about keeping the bird feeders full. The cats stay inside and don't try to kill me. All this gray tho? It's hard to keep my head up. Thank goodness we have each other. At the end of the day, I suppose there is no other place i'd rather be than here, bundled up and waiting for the sun to shine with you.
Wednesday, April 18, 2018
Tuesday, April 17, 2018
Monday, April 16, 2018
Sunday, April 15, 2018
Saturday, April 14, 2018
It's me. The Crow. The smart one the Seagull from Walmart was talking about yesterday.
You know that feeling you get every garbage day when i'm sitting defiantly on the lid of your can? That feeling that i'm watching watching your every move and the neighborhood crow crew is cawing back and forth talking about you. Little secret...we are. My advice? Sleep with one eye open.