I’m travelling the bus back from Dumfries and I am thinking about the trees full of crows overlooking our garden.
Yesterday, I was talking to one of the patrons of the library who declared
“something ought to be done about those crows. They should be culled.”
I was quietly horrified, but I didn’t declare it because I have learned it’s best to leave octogenarians to thier views. Even so, the very thought gives me chills! I want to make friends with those crows, of all the birds they offer me the most fascination because of their keen minds and the world they make their own in the treetops.
I wonder what kitchen scraps I have for them today….