While
gazing out towards the pier, awaiting the beach birds I was familiar
with, a dark shape loomed on the pebbled horizon...
...Moments
later, it revealed itself as one of those black birds I am not good
at identifying - rook, raven, crow...?
A
little later, my friends arrived after swirling about in the air a
little. They did not come close at first, despite the fact I was
seated and waving a plastic bag of goodies at them - so I finally
walked over the ridge to alert them to the fact that 'food-provider'
was there again.
That
gradually made contact with their brains and they one by one made
their slow way towards me - and the food - after several
distractions.
It's easy to tell crows, rooks, and ravens apart: Crows play the guitar, rooks only move in a straight line up and down, and ravens say, "Nevermore." :D
ReplyDeleteLol...so whick is it in the picture, hmm?
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